The Dreamin' Tree

The Ash has died, bare-branched 
Throughout this summer. 
Odin's gallows, Dreamin' Tree,
Died back like every other.

Though autumn leaves begin their fall
Bare Ash stands like a Christmas tree
Embraced, entwined, adorned 
With greening from another. 

Wisteria's bine has jumped the gap 
Between the gardens at the back
To cover Ash tree to its top 
To all the world alive, but not.

Half way up this dreamin' tree
A pigeon mounts his mate 
A fourth or fifth time in this day 
Though autumn's love is late

And well before the Spring.  
Corvid's watching blue-winged Jay 
Sits low upon his gallow branch, 
Planning how to rob their nest 

To scalp its precious fledgling squabs
Before they're raised as offspring.
These clatter doves with life long 
Mates make glimpse of love's display

But all of God's creation groans 
Awaiting when that final day
Finds freedom from frustration
With birth pangs of a better way

And longed for last redemption.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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