Old trees
Groan and grumble
shake leaves loudly at the sky
Whisper, whisper
Hush, listen
Soon our branches crackle dry
But we keep bending toward the light
And, silently, while we can
Breathe in the green.
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Lovely Éilis! It reminds me that I wrote a poem called Winter Trees in my teens which is one of the few I actually like! I will dig it out and send it you.
Thanks Ali, and I definitely look forward to reading your poem as well! 🙂