Ravaged

Tattered, torn and ragged shawls of yellow, rust and orange

Now, carelessly drape the stately dignified tree.

An ancient tree, once green and now quite old

throughout its many seasons.

Yet with its' own peculiar wisdom . . .born hard.

Vulnerable, finally, to Winter's wrath

Still yearning, tho, for one more Spring

For one last chance to reach the Sky.



Like me,

Made frightened by the winds of Time.