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| Old Tree Truck near Featherbed Forest |
Bare
Raised from earth,
at first the narrow brittle growth
becomes aged and changed with time.
Branches hither and thither
as if to spread beyond their roots
whilst others shade below.
On fresh clear days
striped back to barest parts of you
by season’s change
from deep within
new life will surge and prosper through
old trunk that steadfast will
caress their spring and love,
delighting leaves and blossoms grow,
another beauty
before their winter's coat.
Lovely! And sad, as my beloved Bonsai is fading slow, like the light on a late Summer's eve. :(
ReplyDeleteAh don't mind me, I'm just having a melancholy friday! Fingers crossed for the Bonsai!
ReplyDeleteI agree there is something about the bare tree, love the shapes they make against the sky this time of year when I'm driving by. have a good weekend, enjoya de melancholia!
ReplyDeleteI love your image and your words!
ReplyDeleteLove the title and the concept of this poem is really good.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteOn fresh clear days
striped back to barest parts of you
by season’s change
These lines especially appealed.
Great tree, fine words in absolutely the right order!
ReplyDeleteYes. Nice work- clean and clear, rhythmical and
ReplyDeleteI especially like the end. Thanks.