The Mighty Cedar
The mighty tree leaning
Into the shore
Wind swept stark
Some limbs totally nude
In the silhouetted
Hours of the night
By soft full moonlight
Its black outline against Cobalt Blue
Water and land
The distinct shape appears
The shape of a Bird of Paradise
The plumage full almost see a twist
A twist of its head
As it looks at the moon
Its call is absent
Imagination at work
Can surely supply a simple call
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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