Red in Movement, 2012

Poems from the book of Gerry Spences's Wyoming

I am a  Lover of Old Trees

I am a Lover of old trees. 

An old man.

Shed of passing leaves

And empty pretenses.

Hard enough to bare

The skeleton of the soul –

Quite enough for old trees

And old men. 

Amen.

Tree Burial

It is said

That Mother Nature

Buries her dead

Like some fussy mortician

With a mission to disguise

What once waved gaily

At the skies.

 

 

Photos by Deborah Rodriguez