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
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