Poetry: Dying Trees

This was written during an ice storm in Griffin, Ga. Obviously other things were happening in my life as well.

Dying Trees

I’ve been waiting for this tree to die
Watched the ice wrap around it
Dragging it down to nearly the ground

And still it won’t give. It won’t die
Won’t topple over with that gunshot
Trees give when they die

So I am standing beneath a dying pine
Mourning something so stupid
it doesn’t know it’s dead yet

And I wonder who is more stupid
A tree who refuses to yield
Or a woman who refuses to feel.

Arwen Nightstar aka Stephanie Williamson
1/30/2000, Copyrighted.

October 22, 2002

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