Tree Climber

For S. L.

Call me if you fall from a tree
& I will ride to your woodland
to find you fallen – unsprung –
& I will kiss you [I am obliged
to] & folkore directs me to lay
you in honeysuckle to fix you
[lent by your generosity under
this free-to-lovers arboretum]
I will pull at loose ivy to effect
a bed for us [sheets as leaves –
from fern & bluebells]/ Ripped
old wives’ tales will offer ways
& means to your soft recovery
across books & time [my stock
of both is endless] so assay me