Child limbs grow
to tree limbs.
Trees spend winter naked
showing the world
all of their bark.
Child limbs hide
keeping their secrets
away from curious eyes.
There are times, of course,
when the emperors have no clothes
and those limbs parade with
trunks and toes,
prancing their secrets in the disguise
of plain sight.
But it's hard to focus on the quiet lengthening of forearm
or thinning of baby fat folds in a thigh
amidst the riot of hair that needs detangling
and belly that needs lotion rubbed
or cuts that need cleaning
and backs that need tickle scratches
and so the tricky limbs
lurking always in the foreground
never reveal a whit of changing.
The tree limbs show spring
under new growth.they're warm weather recluses.and
the unfurling greenery masks
their very presence.that's just how they like it, of course.
Child limbs emerge in increments.
Tree limbs slink away
in moments.dew falls on buds that
open on blossoms that
shed petals like bridal rice.and in that
magic act of deception,
nobody ever looks up until
the framework is erased.the warmth's
green awning is entirely erected.
Child limbs unfurl
against the days of warming
until, fully exposed
Winter is Over
and I, Limb
am an inch longer
than the last time
you looked at me