- Hannah Flowers
Stand tall like a tree
Limbs wrap around like branches
Black bark and red leaves
Sanguine familiarity
Lines and curves and edges
Splinters in my fingertips
But I keep climbing
I want to see all of you
I want to see what you see
Getting into trouble, knowingly
For the dimples in your cheeks
For all of the possibilities
These strong roots hold you down
This tender bark shelters bees
If you want to taste the honey
You have to take the sting