Old age, crackled along bark, ironed-rugged, withstood howling wind and rain, it stands, defiant, a piece of reinforced fencing, Rosellas and currawongs watch as their glorious sky gliding perches await death knoll.
Rip, roar, silence shattering. Magnificent chainsaw springs into action. Caught by a hang-line, two wedges culling, pulling down, mighty tree falls to the ground.
White Wraiths, perfumed Jasmin fall gracefully, gently covering gnarled trunk, in peaceful repose, a shroud. And the birds sing a requiem.
A VARIANT ON A TREE TALE.
ReplyDeleteOld
age,
crackled
along bark,
ironed-rugged, withstood
howling wind and rain,
it stands, defiant,
a piece of
reinforced fencing,
Rosellas and currawongs watch
as their glorious sky gliding perches await death knoll.
Rip,
roar,
silence
shattering.
Magnificent chainsaw
springs into action.
Caught by a hang-line,
two wedges culling,
pulling down,
mighty
tree
falls
to the ground.
White
Wraiths,
perfumed
Jasmin fall
gracefully, gently
covering gnarled trunk, in peaceful
repose,
a
shroud.
And the birds sing a requiem.
VGow
24/11/21
My favourite this year.
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