Poem of the Day


All That Is Left

Why did the tree die?
Did it reach a grand old age?
Or did sharp axe cuts
Make its sap
Bleed down the bark
Onto the dry earth?

Years later it still stands

Its gnarled branches
Clawing at heaven.

Dianne Bates
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

Poetry prompt 16

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