
This tree wraps the sky in its arms, a promise
of salvation buried beneath bark
as leaves peak at the surface, buoyed
by the world’s pledge of protection
softly cooing on the wind.
The breeze dissolves as all things must
into an atmosphere of unmoving refuse
where changing winds turn away
against the backdrop of cows laying still
under the too-slow warming sun.
And still this tree shivers looking ahead,
optimism scrubbing bark clean of dirt
and other residue otherwise clouding its defense,
stronger in the effort while grasping
at the heavens, uncertain as they are.
© 2020 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Still
Beautiful Philip and gorgeous photo as well. Great descriptive phrases. Love 💕 Joni
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Thanks so much Joni 🙂
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Beautiful
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Ahh thanks Beth 🙂
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Very well written
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Wow, beautiful writing
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Love the closing lines, Phillip!
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Thanks Sue 🙂
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