Thursday, September 27, 2018
The Tree In The Meadow
The great oak stands magnificently alone in
the meadow, far from the nexus forest. Seasons
have passed for the secular oak as decades have
flourished into several centuries, year after year
the unkind and bitterly cold winters greet the
oak as its only friend, standing alone, where
nary a beast cometh to perch upon its solitary
boney limbs that stretch to the vast heavenly
sky.
The last leaf falls effortlessly
into the wind leaving behind
one final tainted memory of
summer's past.
Each leaf signifying a moment that expired
grief. One bone-chilling December morn, a
farmer with his gelded ax dissevers the great
oak tree of its loneliness.
- John Hardesty
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