Evening oak
500 years
of spreading branches
softly fuzzed in green
against a sky
so deeply blue
it touches on crystal.
Over and over
without longing or desire
twisted fingers pull up
stability,
love and
ageless patience.
By Lauri Rose
500 years
of spreading branches
softly fuzzed in green
against a sky
so deeply blue
it touches on crystal.
Over and over
without longing or desire
twisted fingers pull up
stability,
love and
ageless patience.
By Lauri Rose
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