Timber

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.

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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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