Sycamore And Oak Poem by Nina Kossman

Sycamore And Oak



Sycamore and oak
toss skinned branches:
leaves trimmed to size,
nerves cropped tight:
while the snow lasts and sleeps
in the earth's sunk flank
lulls earth's unease
into the ancient calm
dimmed, blotched beyond
a possible, muffled cry,
leaving it with nothing but:
be still, sleep
in this chill; heal.

Saturday, October 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,winter
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