Out of Place in the Land of the Living…

Death among the living...

 

Florida winters are notoriously mild.  This was in January, we had shorts on, and were enjoying the breeze.  The tree stood out among the overgrowth behind…Not just a tree but an archetype by which all trees are judged….It had a magnetic pull that was simply unavoidable….In a way, its odd that there can be beauty in death.  I suppose nothing is impossible in nature….Green leaves become red and gold.  Tree branches become stately in their bare glory.  Nature makes its own rules, and for this, I am infinitely glad…

 

Among the living I saw it…

Like a sentinel, a guardian of time…

Nestled in an arbored cove…

The ruler of the living dead…

Living life so freshly given…

So freshly taken…

a portal to another world…

stately and pridefully burnished…

step by step I’m drawn…

Legs no longer my own…

The symbiotic symmetry sings its siren song

to waiting ears….

A caress, a breath passed between lover’s lips…

a lingering touch as the ground arrives…

To sleep…To rest in this skeletal embrace…

And dreaming dreams that drift on by…

or never come at all…

David L whitman 03/25/2012 from under a sky so blue…

 

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