Glistening Trees

Glistening shields cover the old trees -

 the strain too great to bear.

Branches were strong that held many a spring

 of nests and birds - of beauty-

 they stood against storms.

Now they give way to the weight of ice

 that visited last night without invitation.

Crackling, crashing heard all around

 taking down lines of power too-

Leaving the people in darkness - in fear -

 no escape yet from this ice prison.

They wrap themselves in blankets

 for warmth to watch in horror

 as part of nature breaks apart.

Crash!  Another old tree has fallen -

 split right down its mid-line.

Agony it feels and other trees weep -

 drops of water plunk down from ice.

Maybe ice is weeping for the trees -

 maybe Mother Nature

 is weeping for her trees

And perhaps even for humanity

 who usually tries to prove itself

 more powerful than her.

Will we ever understand?

Yet trees continue to weep.

Theresa M


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                Remains

Here remains splintered wood

  of cherished old time

  pieces of past - chopped up fine.

Here remains the shreds of its own kin -

  words of lost delight and sin.

There remains little else to notice

  of a life led out of the forest

There remains a smell of oak or pine

  that somehow once held

  my writings - mine.

Here remains a mystery -

What led this great tree to me?

Theresa M