You tree tops blown by
this winter storm
no leaves protect your bony limbs
twisted and cracked.
last night the hurricane spared you
yes, you up there, I watch
mighty nature tremble under
His mighty hand.
You were spared this night
flourishing in Spring
budding in May
ready for the summer sky
when perhaps I will die.
Twenty years from now you
will sweep the stars
and I will lay
silent.
your leaves will flourish
the birds will sing and
fly away,
but even so you too
will die one day.
L. Ivison 2026 copyright
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