• Alistair Smith

The Naked Tree


A few leaves left

voids between branches

Space now defines form

As the wind races

and traces contours

Atmosphere invades

finding new ways through

Bare limbs

do not shiver

Arms exposed

reach to the heavens

sky scraping

silhouette making

content to be dark form

auger of a charcoal ghost

But there is no lament

for lushness lost

A new born form

A new beauty

of curve,

proportion

and radiating

bifurcations

A lung

Coral

Capillaries

Trails of thought

Ancestry

Evolution

Delta tributaries

They are all there

in form

and possibility

Present

Steadfast

Rooted

Ancient

Sovereign of Silence

Knight of Stillness

Bearer of Wisdom

Sage of Peace

The naked tree!


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