Gnarled and True
There is a tree, gnarled and bony
Leaves on it placed with strong arms
Light escapes it when the sun shines
Through the limbs of each line
I constipate with bowels of soil
Where no life brings truth along
She stands with an awe beyond darkness
Where the crows all beat down
Through the sounds of caws along
The path to sit under the tree
Where she looks up towards the heavens
Sending chills towards the stars above
And I am calm and without alarm
By the peace of the moment true
There’s no better tree to sit under
And she smiles, her veins, at you
Russell Sivey
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
