Leaves gather at the foot of the stairs
whispering incomprehensible secrets.
They will carry their secrets deep into earth
and teach them to the roots of new trees.
They will fly their news across a winter sky
to countries ruled by the tyranny of pines.
They will cradle baby foxes in their dens
and betray the careless steps of humans.
Everything is written on dead leaves
if we could only read the tracery of veins
or hear the rustled syllables underfoot.
Dead evergreen needles tell us nothing
except silence-- the hardest thing
for us to learn, the first and last lesson
taught by the dark, dark towers of resin.
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Sunday, January 02, 2011
The Tyranny of Pines
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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