My Tree House

Better in my head
than it is in the tree
more a to-be-read shed
of stories for me.

During my school year
I read all that I had to.
Now summer’s here
and I read what I want to.

No sawing or sanding
of boards to my tree
just hauling up books
skyward, closer to me.

Up a few branches
where  apples will ripen
fantasy flutters and
poetry happens.

Linda Mitchell
all rights reserved 6/26/15