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