Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 5, 2019

Daily missive for Tuesday the 5th of February.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Tuesday the 5th of February.

Nobody knows
Even the breeze
Blows hot and cold
Tossing leaves into the air
Tearing through the laden branches
Of old Oak trees
Dispatching rumours
Of arboreal survival
Alongside the impact
Of sudden death
As an old limb
Gnarled and brittle
Buckles under the strain
Nothing is known
About the meaning
Of a rainstorm
It just flows
Out of the sky
When the time comes
Was it ever thus
Even as we strive
To understand
The passion in a writer’s heart
With sharply pointed
Ink-stained swords
We come up short
Of the windmill
Closer to the Ass
Than a Donkey
What can be heard
In the garden
Beneath the canopy
Of an apple tree
Is it a promise
Of contentment
Is it the temptation
To believe we are free
Nobody knows
Not you
Not me.

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