Friday, December 5, 2008

The dying tree
has fallen,
bringing up roots
and deeply buried dirt
long forgotten
to the surface.

A painful wound
in the earth,
the animals gather 'round
to see
what can be gleaned
from the upheaval.

And life
begins again.

4 comments:

Art and Poetry said...

Nice one! life goes on

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks.

TACParent said...

Very cool. I can picture the animals gathering round. I wonder if we "see" the same ones????

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Raccoons for sure. Rabbits. Foxes. Probably deer.

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