Postby Corbin » Fri Oct 07, 2022 6:53 pm
Creaking Trees
A crone,
twisted and old,
contorted by pain;
a visitor in the fall,
without mercy,
without fail,
as the year declines,
as the weather turns
and the sunlight wanes,
to the years dismay.
Decrepit & bent,
present;
a dull hammer,
a buckled knife,
a blunt chisel,
insistent,
tenacious,
invasive,
a worm in the apple,
tree’s groaning in a bitter breeze,
creaking whispers,
harsh realities,
cruel truths,
huddled in silence,
terrible patience,
holding on,
bowed and embowered,
enfeebled frame,
hugging it close.
Swaddled ...
Cocooned within her agonies.
Strength in the worst of times;
when pain is the world, she endures.
fierce in her courage,
tough old bitch,
hag,
uncompromising,
unapologetic,
undefeated,
holding pain at the back of her throat,
spitting it in the face of demons,
clinging tight,
conjoined,
together,
tender,
within gnarled hands.