a tree graven dessicated in the sky

like some forgotten monument

waves slightly in the breeze

as if an old man says goodbye

to his days

yet gives up no secret of his years

the tally of them

just the present

nor even that

some cipher wind

scripture alone scribbled to the left of time

as if the earliest escape of dawn

decorates the eastern sky like some antique prophet

1 Comment

Leave a reply to mfh787 Cancel reply