Tangle Twisted Tree
Wound tight, leaves stripped naked to the wrought wind
It creaks, moans chiseled in arthritic sounds of contortions.
Its skeletal frame contrasts nature with an angelic aura all aglow,
With darkness enveloped surroundings of ominous dubious clouds.
Rooted downhill it tilts upward toward a heaven’s gravity,
While the prevailing desolate winds bends it mass more uphill.
Tangled tree limbs churning time upon tortuous twisting positions
Sharing this abstract unique photogenic priceless poetic existence.
Aged solitary specimen petrified that seems gaunt of moisture
Exists dormant within a picturesque impression of desolation.
That a rain will reign to blossom forth nature’s revitalization
When a wind twist will turn limbs in new directions –
In time’s photogenic mind stamp reflections.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 07/24 to 07/26/12 ©