A Fissure In the Fabric
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Many aged trees on our friends' property destroyed by a tornado.
Perfect tapestry,
a hundred years in the weaving.
Tiny sprouts
grown into giant oaks,
sheltering birds, squirrels,
filtering the sun,
shading the lane to our
home, our sanctuary.
Ripped from the earth's fabric
by tornado's twisted spin,
roots exposed to the elements,
leaves wilting, turning brown.
Tapestry destroyed.
Can it be re-woven, restored?
Will the mending take
another hundred years?
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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