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Lone Willow

 

Lone WillowLone willow

stooped on life’s shore

boney limbs bared

from bygone storms

 

shivered in time’s breath

Rooted lips snubbed fluid

Fragile, blow-dried sprays

soiled the grounded bed

 

Long winds chimed

of better ages, closed

their wings, and

turned to sunset prayer

 

Daybreak closed the night

Centuries ebbed and flowed

honed her into earth-hot stone

a diamond, perfect

—  by t. l. cummings

2 Comments Post a comment
  1. Beautiful images, I love the image of the stooped, bony tree, of the winds chiming the ages and the earth-hot stone.

    Like

    August 23, 2017

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