The once sturdy oak

Now exists in trio

Oddly mangled logs on the ground

It has yielded its form

To become a different kind of conduit

No longer a respite for birds

It shelters a thin, shedding snake

Some small colony of ants

Leaf chewing grubs

All while wearing a brand new crown

Of white, spreading flower

Perfectly fit to the majesty

Of a still sturdy oak

 

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2006

 

 

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