Saturday, July 6, 2013

Crestfallen


no matter how sapped

still the solitary 
pine holds

its breath hoping 
for a fair wind

to take that breath away. 



2 comments:

  1. The frailty of that hope here - very sad.

    This poem takes my breath away.

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  2. Not entirely futile if the effort is recognized and for that I thank you, Duncan.

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