Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #380 - Origins

"Today, let’s start at the beginning.  Maybe the first line of a story you are writing, or the seed of a new poem trying to sprout. Perhaps the book of Genesis.  Your ancestry. The root of a problem. Wherever you decide to begin, please end with sharing your poem here for us to enjoy.   We’ve already begun looking forward to your response!"

Sycamore tree extends
its sweeping skirt
of roots, criss-crossed
like tangled yarn,
across an enormous expanse.
Old Sycamores, like one
in front of my house, are
so rooted into earth
that they sometimes
lift concrete sidewalks.
From this tree’s bottom,
little branches grow
with baby leaves
of their own.

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