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| April Yang |
A year ago today
As I walk down my street
on a sunless day, the sky
full of silver gray, I can
see the trees in the woods
leaning on earth’s shoulders.
Their distant cousin Helene
was in an angry mood
when she last visited them
in September, a year ago today.
Some of their brothers and
sisters were swept away
by Helene’s terrifying shrieks.
There are those who survived
who lay crippled but grip
the ground and remain alive.
Now, as the season changes,
the bent backs, the twisted
limbs are more noticeable,
as their green foliage begins
to turn brown, falling down
to a ground, dry from drought.
Their Mother never told them
life would be easy, but
many still stand defiant,
and beauty still abounds.
There are gold hints within
the woods, apricot hues,
orange, amber, and red
shades begin to emerge.
These colors, still vibrant, will
provide me encouragement,
hope, and pleasure, even
though I now fear the
wrath of their mother
each time she displays anger.
© John Doriot
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| John Doriot |
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