Trees Stand Like Naked Gods
Frozen trees stand like naked Gods,
and because I am a curious poet,
I start thinking of rooted gods.
Gods that are
encompassing, seed-bearing, sheltering,
life supporting, blossoming, sky inhaling,
earth exhaling, ground firming, room offering,
reach confirming, water retaining,
fire to ash feeding, eye inspiring
yet lowly as the soil they share their spirit with.
Gods, that even while frozen and naked
remind me of the immortality
of all mortal things.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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