The Lone Tree

The Lone Tree

The autumn day has been muffled up
in thick scarf and rainproof jacket
until darkness, countryside darkness,
clambers gradually over the horizon;
silence, stillness obediently at its heels.
Then black the night, wild the sea
and the lone tree stands tall,
branches muscled, trunk heavily rooted,
protective of its remaining leaves.
 
Next morning springs up; a multi-coloured umbrella!
It begins listening attentively
to the whisperings of the lone tree
teaching its remainder of leaves their tables, 
i.e. how many wooden tables
could be cut from a certain sized tree?
Then suddenly scampering beneath is the wind
whistling a perky rendition of, “Good Golly, Miss Molly!”
Then pulling and pushing at the tree's branches,
it plucks at the helpless, hapless, hued canopy
until only a few leaves remain, 
until only.. one remains;
a trapeze artist swinging from a high branch.
 
The lone tree now stares helplessly towards the hills
where its cousins, the evergreens, hold arms 
as they dance gaily down a staggered slope
while a well-trodden path huffs and puffs
its way up in the opposite direction.
Then beyond, the sky sits heavily on the sea
as though resting on a blue chaise longue
while that wayward wind whips across
a mustard coloured scarf of a beach
tugging relentlessly at the weak and helpless.

Meanwhile above, the lone tree, 
clouds sketch themselves in dark grey
and watch as the wind tires to an old man,
gnawing away with its bared, toothless gums 
until finally that lone leaf.. succumbs.

Later, the hills step backwards into a fading light
leaving the lone tree standing naked 
apart from wooded limbs swaying heartedly
in an attempt to cover its remaining… dignity.              

Ian Souter Dec. 2024
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Agustin Avatar
December 30, 2024 at 3:21 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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