1 rainy river


The whispering wind speaks in a flutter

of tapping rains and cracking twigs

settling softly around the trees

encircling them in a memory

of what once was.


A melancholy timber fills the air

as it bares its saplings to the rush

of a chilling torrent suddenly racing

through the forsaken forest

trying to outrun the coming dusk.


Bent limbs grasping at the gale

pleading to the stormy sky

as one mighty trunk aches with loss

as it bows towards the past

of summer sunshine and blossoms.


5 thoughts on “Timber

  1. Beautifully melancholy Shards, I love the use of “timber” here, with it’s double meaning, among the limbs and twigs and trees. Lovely.

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