Rachel Kovacs Poet Free verse

Tree

Tree,
whose bony fingers
stretched above gloved branches,
you danced in the sunlight,
elegantly bowing
for scampering squirrels
and gifts of birdhouse rings.

Tree,
whose springtime blossoms
scattered petals
for make-believe weddings,
you caught up children
and hugged them tightly
in games of hide and seek.

Tree,
I run my fingers
along your weeping scars
where Earth’s fury tore
your hand from mine.
Splintered memories,
I have less air to breath.

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Poet Destroyer A March 10, 2013 at 11:20 AM Good morning, RACHEL;-) Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. Have yourself a nice and sweet Sunday. ~Always & Forever *LINDA

Daver Austin March 4, 2013 at 2:40 PM A tree lover - me too. Congrats on the selection. daver

Carol Eastman January 20, 2013 at 3:15 PM Beautifully written... We've had so many disasters in the last few years and it takes sooo many years to grow a tree.