My neighbor cut his Maple tree down,
we only miss it in Autumn.
Soon January will trudge up the drive.
Winter has its long dull days
when for a while, the weather turns itself off.
In time, the low battery of daylight energy
will reboot.
Slowly from a dank darkness
the long hours will shuffle out of their daydreams,
a goose-grey sky will learn to fly
from a bare,
and as yet unfathered nest.
Categories:
unfathered, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Pale flower, tuber of the mother,
Unfathered but by stony hard ungiving,
Every petal leaf down droops with rain,
Not quite living.
Frail power, yet each of three
By two is bound,
Unable to forgive the others' pain
Unable to be forgiven.
Categories:
unfathered, boy, father, father son,
Form: Rhyme