Braden Coucher

Rookie (December 10,1986 / Portland Oregon)

Tree's Poem To Dead Mother - Poem by Braden Coucher

You
Mother earth,
The greatest creature known to man.
All that hugs you grows up. Leaves
Fall
From us who hug you with our roots.

We, hatchlings alone
Come from within
You, the greatest creature known to man.
We grow away from

You, reaching for sun.

We plant our own seeds, make homes
For sparrows and must stand
In the shadow of each weeping
Willow.

We, trees alone
Hug that from which we come with our roots.
Leaves
Fallen in cycle
Cover you In ochre blanket,
And leave us
Brown arms, barren and empty
In autumn
Mourning sun.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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