so much dead leaves fallen
after a storm
dear tree, is this why
you reach your arms
skyward
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
victorious
and you are dressed
in bright verdant scales,
and at your feet
a halo of gold
from yellow and brown.
2 comments:
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.
Thanks for your wonderful comments, Cindy. I love trees too, every one of them are unique it seems. I just find them comforting generally. :)
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