Poem -
BARE BRANCH BLACK
There can be tenderness in the
deep black earth, and
I cannot say how this is so
Only that
On some sad days, this thing
I know
A reprieve of sorts in sky and
air
While the hush stills on in
downcast stare
And the trees there bow in
homage to
This essence, I hold close of you
They understand in bare
branch black
The timelessness of forward,
back, and
Comfort in no mortal way
The loss and grief of breath
and day, in
Whispers from up, all around
That seep back down to deep
black ground
And find a way to rise once
more to
Sky and air and grass and
shore and... me...
Marion Price(2020)
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Hi Miss MARION!!...another totally moving piece from the amazing mind and pen of one favorite poets ~
~ "Whispers from up, all around
that seep back down
to deep black ground..."
In the depths of contemplation on the subject of death and its aftermath.....these are words to be reckoned with!!.....ALL STARS & PINNED!!....great work dear poet sister!!.......your friend and ever-admirer......T xo : )
I can totally understand how you would feel this way. Nature is wonderful. We are all apart of nature. Nature is cyclical as is life as is death. And everything is intertwined in the powerful forces that is nature. Everything is cyclical. Hugs x