Thursday, June 2, 2011

Upon seeing fallen leaves

so much dead leaves fallen
after a storm

dear tree, is this why
you reach your arms

dare the thundering clouds
shake against the razor winds

risk your self being struck

and split
down the middle
by Zeus' bright spear

after an assault
by the hammering rain

the sun crowns you
and you are dressed
in bright verdant scales,
and at your feet
a halo of gold
from yellow and brown.


Anonymous said...

I love your work. IT is simple and very meaningful. And I love trees! This poem is especially beautiful as it evokes in me anyway, how to relax and let go...the forgiveness thing. Trees do this easily..a great example you gave us! Thanks.

Ravenblack said...

Thanks for your wonderful comments, Cindy. I love trees too, every one of them are unique it seems. I just find them comforting generally. :)