Toppling Tree

John Grey's most recent poem here was Matter (August 2010). This poem seems apropos for storm season ... which seems to be the condition of the world right now.

Toppling Tree
By John Grey

The tree is coming down.
I hope the sky it holds up
doesn't follow.
I pray the earth doesn't panic.
Lightning, old age or the axe ... 
who knows.
Branches flail like marlin on a line.
Roots rip up the soil.
The trunk, whose rings once
spoke up for eternity,
casts a falling shadow,
wide and grim as death.
Squirrels bolt.
Crows scatter.
Even I am wary
though the toppling tree
is such a distance from my path.
But I saw the sky wobble.
I felt the earth turn
quicker than it had to.

Posted by Annmarie at 8/7/2011 11:30 PM
Categories: today's words
Tags: John Grey tree sky environment threat
 

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