Tuesday, January 28, 2014

28. I Love ... My Tree

It's got a split.
I worry about that.

I want Brian to wrap him with wire so he'll
stay together.
He tells me that won't
The day that he is intent on splitting,
he's gone.

I don't want to see 
that day.

When the wind blows
too strong.

 I cringe.
I'm afraid to look when
lightning is close.

I say a quiet prayer.

That tree,
that big, beautiful, old,
draws me.

It throws its shadow
like a blanket
over my cabin
and across the pond.

It is my shelter.
It is my comfort.
From over here and over there.

It is my symbol
for all 
I Love
in nature
and all
I Love
on our land.

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