Thursday, May 19, 2022

Tending, Terzata #47

The oak limb in the yard, bending,

Close to breaking,

Required careful tending.


Upon my waking,

The tree was on the ground.

I hadn’t felt the earth shaking


Or heard its falling sound.

In a few days it was gone,

Its thick stump ground.


I planted another one,

A sapling depending

On me like father to son . . .

Already ascending.