Grandfather Tree

November 28, 2014

Your branches

like knotted hands holding up the universe,

Your trunk

an anchor,

roots reaching down into the netherworld.

The osprey

nests in your lofty, outstretched heights

Your swaying boughs,

tickled by wind, they sing,

each leaf a story to tell.



living thing,

here, in your shadow, I feel loved.

ancient tree