Snag
The transformation from lofty pine to charred snag
Was softened somewhat by winter rains
And the feet of a thousand squirrels.
But the blackened outlines still pierced
An uncaring azure sky:
A bleached monument to the storm and lightening
Randomly ascribed to fate.
Copyright © Richard Jordan | Year Posted 2015
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