Yew-logy



Broken dreams float down,
as leaves are strewn
around the floor.
Inner crises,
gnaw like beaks on
  ageing bark;
whilst suppressed  desires
radiate away, root-like
towards  fulfillment's light.


The yew grows  with
slow resolution, 
 commemorating  the
passing generations
 with its  redemptive
boughs.


Would we all, could tread 
our  life path
with this
ennobling serenity.




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Ck.  26th October 2010 A.D.

Comments

  1. This is a great poem. Thank you so much for sharing it.

    Beth

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  2. my pleasure,

    Glad you liked it.

    Trees are special and grow at their pace; so different from our hectic, modern world.

    Ck.

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