Craggy Bark
At a distance the trunk did not impress,
lofty though this fir in Cragside's autumn.
Yet close the fissured craggy bark expressed
a legend of colours discretely awesome,
Many forest creatures have passed this way
each with its own sensory perception
to sniff or rub their scent marks as they may,
but we alone pause there in reflection.
Deep within this trunk history is held,
told through seasons of a changing climate
in rings of rain or wilds of weather spelled,
year by year expanding still and quiet.
We have much to learn from this tree as host
to so much life. I pondered there engrossed.
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