Wrinkled Bark Against the Cold

Wrinkled bark against the cold
Roots long, thick and old
Drive deep into the bedrock

Lover’s mark faded
Slowly swallowed by growth
Boy’s pocket knife, rusted and buried

Ancient musket ball
driven deep into core
Misshapen and still warm

Hatred for the maple
The cherry and the plum
Northern sap drips on Southern soil

My leaves are either green or brown
No color shows upon the branches
I am dead or I’m alive

I looked upon grass
I looked upon parlor window
I looked upon the death bed

Now all is sky and fallen brick
Kin have wandered far from shade
As far as Kentucky

Winter has come for many men
A scythe raised high
the blade’s curve following the arc of the sun

Then down again
Cutting root from stem
And then snow falls.

I’ve seen many of death’s winters
And now my own.

Wrinkled Bark Against the Cold

Kmuzu

Las Vegas, United States

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Wrote this some time ago. Very noob to the poetry thing. Hope you like it.

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