Naysayers Beyond the Lone Tree
A great tree, pulsated with its branches
Fingers grouped, lifting skyward enhances
Open-minded intelligence eases
Brings cool faceted multi-hued teases
Showers of snow, filled with frozen water
Leaves trails of white glory, all cold matter
Watchful time escapes the wasted form here
Torment ignites fiercely in the field choir
Solo baritone is the sound of night
Where the tree shines so blissfully of might
Alone, lying to truth-sayers, it’s blind
No element can ever be so kind
In the winter skyline, grey in absence
It beams of troubled pasts with resistance
Now what is left is the music of snow
To cover the ground says more than you know
The tree spites the trembling Earth below
Holding the heavens with its great elbow
Russell Sivey
Form Extended Sonnet
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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