
By J Ann Crowder
Written August 20th, 2017.

Nelson D Reyes
over 3 yearsI need my sun, my sustenance, my support, says Liana.
I need my space, says the tree, as well I need my sun.
Lianas reach for the sun oblivious of the desired space between crown-shy canopies. Glad you love the art and architecture of the trees in general, how they branch out in so many architectural forms and intricate patterns of art all aiming to reach the sun their life support. Unseen of course is the system of "branches" underground but this is another beauty all its own. Love/fave this poem. Like the symphony metaphor, Liana reminds of the snare beat in Ravel's "Bolero" amid all the "canopy shy" union of the orchestra. Thank you Jenifer. Now "Crown Shyness"will be there every time I listen to Bolero.
Vic
over 3 yearsNice