Poetry Blog by Adam Whitworth (Nature)
Handsome oak tree, one grand thread,
but split, split, split. Tangle of limbs,
cloud of leaves, your thread is
a network of veins; what is more
alive than you? What years have you
not known, and intimately:
their seasons have a particular ring
in your meticulous soul.
Unaware of my second nature
still you know how I plague a world
-it is in the air that sustains ...
Friday 27th April 2018 11:33 am