Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The Trees Stand Watch
THE TREES STAND WATCH...The Trees Stand Watch
By S.E.Ingraham
Last month as I lay ill
and dying still
my neighbor’s trees
kept watch
Their bony arms raised
to the skies
defying winter’s wrath,
blackly outlining
starkest cold felt deep
within the marrow
of my bones,
and without as well
The birches, with March,
heralded false Spring briefly,
with a fuzzy show of slightest green
worn off again in hours
by the ice-storm
I felt surround my heart,
my soul, my everything
Birch is hard-wood
and so am I, so together
we stood strong
weathered the non-season
Refusing to give up the ghost
die, as expected;
we toughed out the weeks
until real Spring
Deigned to put in
her appearance
And now,
The trees stand watch
their branches lovely,
full of leaves
and grace and hope,
We sway together
dancing in the
face of death
Copyright 2008 by S.E.Ingraham
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