The Embroidered Tree
I am a strangely fashioned tree
Against the witching sky
With splintered fingers delicate
A slant and darkened me.
My lacey shapes unerringly
Caught in this frozen form
See how the wind persuades us all
Who fiercely beckoned me.
Sparse and frail my embroidery
Pinned up against the sky
I catch the sense that I am graced
That God has favoured me.
I stand inland beyond the shore
My soulful self wants nothing more.
Very emotive poem Ric. Like this one!