Tree That Bending Speaks Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Tree That Bending Speaks



tree
that
bending
speaks
though
it
be
nigh
dusk
and
the
frost
be
gelid
your
throat
be
hoarse
and
dry
and
parched
for
liquid:
you
say
and
say
calculating
that
only
few
hours
remain
before
the
night
deepens
claws
full
inside
you

Friday, November 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
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