Edward Waters         Bard of the Grey Wind

Trees in Winter

By Edward Waters
(Copyright © 17 March 1992)
 

How is it that these masterworks --
       these towering lattice sculptures
              of such intricate detail;
       as one, this muralled chapel dome,
              blue boldly stroked
              with black and grey,
              the depth and volume done
              with brown crosshatching shadows;
       this drama
              of so many lives,
              distinct yet interwoven
              and moved by unseen powers;
       this sighing woodland song --
How is it they are frowned on and called
       'barren'?

 

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