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Splintered

Posted on | June 18, 2008 | 1 Comment

A tree
tall- sweeping cotton bud clouds away
full-branches exploding with leaves

Then
one by one laden branches
tumble to sod and grab
sun rays no more.

One winter day, fresh snow surrounds
peeling bark and saw blades come
just as the shivering sun
stretches its legs.

No chainsaws or horrendous hack-hacking from axes
only gentle rhythmic slicing

And seasons change…

Here we are splintered
and

I am in the middle.

Category: poetry corner

Comments

One Response to “Splintered”

  1. Guy Vestal
    June 18th, 2008 @ 5:36 pm

    Excellent piece.

    Dugg & Stumbled.

    Guy Vestal’s last blog post..Wordless Wednesday

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