Darker Trees

I choose to languish among darker trees; ones that still possess truth in their greatness. As though some sage would remember them there; densely dispassionate, darkly morose, to interpret their quiet, somber thoughts. Their casual slow groaning, faint creaking…leaning in dead wind of oblivious Winter. Could great things rise beyond dying remains of such debris? Rise superbly from cloaks suffocating cold gray branches so cruelly? Truly they stretch mightily, colossal yet unseen, save briefly, by dark birds drifting against the dying contrast of a stark sky. I choose to languish among darker trees; ones that still possess truth in their greatness. (click on the pic to buy my poetry book!)