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.


Art and Poetry said...

Nice one! life goes on

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...


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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