Hollow trunk

Its winter and yet I feel no cold

I stand here silently half naked

Why does this fog blanket me so?

Where has my loved Dawn gone?

There are answer I’ll never know  

That’s the thing about all nature

Too transient to remain very long

All my years failed to prepare me

For the unexpected of cruel seasons

Lack of heartless to become careless    

My aged cover hides scarred grains    

All my branches are nearly fruitless    

The glorious days have passed away

As horizontal edge draws… ever nearest


Poet of the Light © 2023

Not my photo.


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