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As Love Lay Dying

We planted love inside our hearts
a rooted tree, when but a seedling
Carved our initials deep in the trunk
with rings worn on our left fingers
In early Spring of its second year
a budded sprout began to grow
By mid Summer of its fourth year
branches drooped and became brittle
In Autumn, its leaves fluttered and fell
roots were exposed to the ground above
Winter snows left it gasping for breath
The tree weakened,  hollow and dying
Uprooted, it fell upon the ground
and now lays covered in fungi and moss

Long ago in my memory, a tree grew roots
Limbs entwined like a groom and his bride
The carving in its bark crumbled and I cried
From somewhere near, a lone owl hoots

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017

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Ronald A. Williams Date: 8/28/2017 4:39:00 PM Very nice personification and imagery, telling the story. Amen, only Jesus what we do with and for Jesus will last. His is Love, personified. Amen Login to Reply

Russell Sivey Date: 8/15/2017 4:55:00 AM I love the inclusion of the last line, "From somewhere near, a lone owl hoots," this carries many symbolic references, from love to lost love, and seasons come and gone! What a beautifully crafted poem my friend! I really enjoyed reading this illustrious piece this morning, Great Work!! Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 8/15/2017 5:09:00 AM Thank you, Russell. Your comments are always packed full of details and that is encouraging to poets.

Tim Smith Date: 8/14/2017 7:52:00 PM It saddens me when another tree falls...lovely metaphor Lin Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 8/14/2017 8:15:00 PM It certainly is a waste of wood...metaphorically speaking

Frederic Parker Date: 8/14/2017 3:16:00 PM a sad but beautifully written poem, your metaphors are outstanding...dear poet Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 8/14/2017 3:29:00 PM Thank you most sincerely, Frederic. I treasure the comments you bestow upon this poem.

Charlie Smith Date: 8/14/2017 3:13:00 PM Even from its demise new life is born and hope renews its self, one might surmise, so sadly well done Lin. Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 8/14/2017 3:28:00 PM One might surmise as you do, and rightfully so, Charlie. Thank you.

Jan Allison Date: 8/14/2017 2:44:00 PM The years pass, the seasons come and go as did the relationship Lin. I think many can relate to your sad and emotional poem so eloquently written:-) hugs jan xx Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 8/14/2017 3:28:00 PM Thank you very much for such lovely thoughts, Jan.

Heidi Sands Date: 8/14/2017 2:18:00 PM This is sad, but so well written Lin. You do well with expression of feelings in your poetry. It really reaches the reader. I like how you brought this through the seasons! Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 8/14/2017 3:27:00 PM Thanks so very much, Heidi. I appreciate your encouraging words.