She grows in cycles,
curling upward every season
But the reason stays static:
emphatic panic
manic treason

“be ever vigilant” – it rings frequent,
Not the least when she sees him.
Deep chestnut
Arctic green
Cross-legged under oak trees

This is the game of complications.
No repeats
or hesitation.
“You need someone.” – No.
What she needs:

A chance to be alone.

Time to properly tend
what she has sown.

And courage
to set down roots
on her own.