THE TREE

THE TREE

IT WAS DARK
THE END OF A DAY
A NOVEMBER DAY
THE CLOUDS RAN ENDLESS
SOFTLY STAINED BY FADING SUN
THAT COLORED THE HORIZON
THERE SILHOUETTED STOOD THE TREE
CARVED IN BLACK AGAINST THE ROSE
AND STREAKS OF PEARL TONED SKY
A SENSE OF SYMMETRY IN ITS BRANCHES
A SENSE OF STRENGTH IN ITS TRUNK
AND STRONGER ARMS
A SLEEPING GIANT
BEFORE MY GOD SOMEDAY I'LL STAND
LIKE WINTER TREE
NO LEAFY BOUGH TO HIDE MY DEFECTS UNDER
QUICKLY CRUMPLED AWAY THE DAY
AND DARK AND CHILL WERE MY COMPANIONS
BUT THE MEMORY LINGERED
I FELT IT NOT TO HIGH A PRICE TO PAY




FRANK A VOLLMER