Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Sage Tree

Sage Tree


It stood age spotted and grey
A withered old man
Leaning severely under the weight of time
Exposed, fragile

Once a formidable presence
Strong limbs effortlessly lifting
Small children to perch
On broad shoulders

Once robust
Bright green leaves
Windblown and dancing
With the ideals of youth

Seasons were relentless
Time was determined
To strip him bare
Of all but his dignity

Creaky bones and thin skin
Trembling slightly in the breeze
Sets him whispering and muttering
Senile and incoherent


Paul Keener














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