Tuesday, April 24, 2012

A New Sprout


Grand gentle old knarled tree
Once majestic in your splendor
Leaves brightest of greens and limbs amast
Bearing more fruit than a single harvest dare envision
Yet winters tolls withstanding one freeze too many!
Now few leaves and so many more bare branches
Now serving as dining room and perch
The only fruit you bear are hanging feeders
Do you begrudge those who perch and feed on your outstretched arms
As you morn lost youth and beauty
Or are you thankful for this new sprout
Letting you live another day
Knowing true beauty lies within
And God has blessed you with yet a new purpose!

Milancie, Hammock Corridors, 24 Apr 2012

1 comment:

  1. What a lovely poem. Simply observational but with great capacity for symbolic gesture.