Lone Willow

Lone 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
Beautiful images, I love the image of the stooped, bony tree, of the winds chiming the ages and the earth-hot stone.
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Thank you, Andrea, for taking the time to visit my blog and comment on my poem.
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