15.02.22 That Old Chestnut

That Old Chestnut

It’s still gnarly-bare,
no leaves yet
on that old chestnut tree.

It’s old.
It’s arbitrary.
Bang-bang out of order,

like a belligerent judge,
a rigid thought growing where
nothing near it is its equal.

There’s nothing symmetrical about it.
Hit by lightning years ago.
Blew sprinters and branches about
as if hit by God’s own fist.

But that tree’s dying.
Slowly.
Bleeding
from its sores and cankers,

and I watch its annual struggle
as if my own life depends on it.


Photo by Pascal Dihé on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday #trees on Twitter

11 responses to “15.02.22 That Old Chestnut”

  1. I noted an ancient giant (oak) over on our northern treeline had dropped a couple of massive arms a few days back, which triggered a renewed and extended admiration for the cathedral in which I live.
    Nice work, Misky.

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