A Tree as a Man


I watch you,
as your days pass
with a deliberate creeping,
thick as treacle.

The brindle blush
of Autumn’s dawn,
glazed with hoary frost,
ruddy and thick,
alights upon your yielding spires.

Trembling consequence
settles upon your sylvan brow,
rattled and furrowed with the passing age.
Cast away your legacy
in knurled woody drops,
as thick as stars.


I once saw a tree so twisted by the wind,
Leaves clinging to branches with malicious fervor

Every twist and crook a testament

I couldn’t help but see the great beauty
in that gnarled spectacle

An ancient turning away