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The Naked Tree

December 30, 2019

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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