Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Piece of Bark

    Amid the sod and compost
    the wispy delicate bluebells,
    I spied a piece of redwood bark
    shaped remarkably like a bird's wing.

    Molded by weather, foot step,
    and breakage,
    it was as if the bird
    was perched nearby
    lamenting its vital loss.

    The fissures in the bark,
    the overlapping crevices
    lay as feathers would
    deep red brown
    in the sunlight glowing,
    waiting for its owner to return.