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sweeter here
the morning air
tis come as truth
the breath of God
how is it I can tarry long
without a place to be
and see it all (made clearer)
light dispersed by breath
broadened blades of love
weaved of silver leaf
vines support a brother
til limbs grow strong again
seasons tumble (softer now)
to capets red and golden
standing ancient swords
are naked (do not care)
love is home to everything that matters
from sycamore to cherry ~
hyacinth to crow
ten thousand trees
and all with light their own
held the truth
years before my coming
swore an oath to fathers
would keep this place for me
how long it’s been
I spoke their names
the shape of clothes they carry
sweet gum ~ oak and cedar
forever proud they stand
against the push
that is the world
more and take
and bury
even now the mountain grieves
for one they cannot save
yesterday grows lonely
in shades of nevergreen
a shadow cast by giving up
another falls behind ~
timbers mourn in silence
the shape of winter dreams
Author’s Note: As friends of the Smoky Mountains know,
an imported old-world insect, the Balsam Wooly Adelgid has decimated
Frazier fir trees throughout Eastern North America. From the highest peaks
you can now look out over millions of ugly skeletons of dead trees.
tornadoday 
Oh, the thought of trees dying makes me grieve….poem beautifully written, so very sad, Love, Linda
Oh, Linda, it is sad. I still remember vividly the moment when I walked to the edge of the trail so that I could look down on the valley. My tears welled, and though I don’t recall, I’m told that I cried out as if the pain were my own (it is my own). I know nature will heal herself, but I’m not surprised to find that the reason for the devastation was man – one who brought his own firewood from home – trees he had cut because they were dying. *sigh* It still breaks my heart….. Thank you, dear Linda. I know you know. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Yesterday grows lonely in shades of nevergreen – that’s a great line Bobbie.
…Thanks, Vanessa. That was the only line I knew by heart by the time I returned to the car……….. Love, B