accepting the past . . .
HAIKU
not whole but healed too
the old pine more beautiful
for its ice storms' scars
The pine is one just outside my door . . . in the nine years I have been here it has weathered many ice storms, losing limbs, bowed by what it has had to bear. When I came here I didn't know it would be a place and time of healing, but we have endured together.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2014-12-31 at 15:44
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