Her eyes
Are leaf shaped
Piercing green in the spring
In the fall
They turn to a warm hazel
Her neck is long
Strong
And graceful
Her skin is tough
It can take anything
Even a lightning strike
Her memories
Are clear and vivid
She has deep roots
Sh knows the whole history of this place
She has been here a long time
She loves pinkish purple flowers
And adorns herself with them once a year
In celebration
Of the new life and possibilities
That may come
When the flowers turn
To pods and seeds
First green, then brown
Like her eyes
Her heart
Is warm and loving
In the summer sun
Even under shading branches
Which offer protection and shelter
As the wind softly whispers her name:
Luna