I saw this old tree, knarled with tortuous branches in the fall...
Barren Tree
I am a tree barren in fall
With branches dry, haphazard
Tortuous, tortured, over the years
Entangled, entrapped, unable to escape
Gnarled, knotted, roughened in effort to break free
With few dried up beans still hanging, proof of former glory...
Always looking heaven-wards
Dreading the winter- cold, sans comfort,
Getting fortified, with whatever energy left,
To face the hard days ahead, with courage and grace
Trying to conserve the precious life juices, buried deep within
To rejuvenate, sprout green leaves, flower and flourish, in the approaching spring...
I am a tree, always standing,
Tall and firm, stoic and staid, dependable,
Weathering storms, fighting the odds, never giving up
Flowering, flourishing, bearing fruits, when spring comes
Shorn off all my apparel in the fall, guarding against the cold winter,
One day I will fall, but not before I have borne fruit, to benefit the world at large...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
8.10.2008- 8am
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2009-05-15 at 00:43
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