In Memoriam
The storm has taken down
the tree, which stood
seventy seasons by four,
to leave the arbour restless,
without a roof’s rising crown,
almost without a floor,
so skittering leaves flood
about, revealing lost acorns;
the forest is aghast, forlorn;
a tossed tempest grown out;
it is horrible emptiness.
There is a legacy that lasts
past loss, the quick torn apart -
roots only deepen to be flown.
September 8, 2022
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