There's a charge in the air; one feels the
atmosphere r.amp up for something huge.
Suddenly, all is white hot light and
bullet.crack of thunder --- the tree falls,
a casualty of war in the
skies. (It was my favorite, the old
maple that had stood faithfully on
the border of yard and woods --- the
one that gave me summers of climbing
pleasure, the one that blushed vivid red
in Autumn, the one the raccoons made
a home in. It exchanged its life for
mine, took the shot in my stead --- never
got around to thanking it until
now. Thank you, Tree. I could have been --- you ---)
Your beautiful friend, the red maple. Dashed in the kinetic flash of nature's fury. A beautiful photo and poem. Your emotion for things in nature is clear. Thanks. Stay safe and crowd the pages with your beautiful poetry that we may share in your wonderful style. JMW
I remember once when I was expecting my third child, we had a horrible storm and lightening struck the mountain ash in our front yard, and I cried. Funny how tied we can become to things in nature. Beautiful writing, Karla.
A great way to tell a story...
I am always amazed when I look back on my life that I am still alive... so many times when things could have been so different...
I like the personal relation to "the tree" you loved. But YOU'RE RIGHT: I'm a stickler for "Lightening Safety Rules". The "rainy season" just started here in Ocala yesterday with big boomers and about 3 in. rain BUT it's the cloud-to-ground lightening in FL that kills the disbelievers every year. (we usually have a few casualties because here in FL most people wait until it rains to get out--TOO LATE! But I know you understand... Michael Guy
A book for every Muslim and everyone wishing to know about their way of life. The Diary of the Camp Manager at Mundihar following the South Asian Earthquake - October 2005. An account of life after the Earthquake in one of the largest of the 161 camp
This book is a collection of short stories that depict events in Author's life while she lived in Romania, then in Greece, and last in America. It's a beautiful and very sincere account of a young woman's life and comming to age.
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amd sad the loss of such a tree!...ET
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
I am always amazed when I look back on my life that I am still alive... so many times when things could have been so different...
Cryssa
God Bless
Michelle~
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
I often think of myself as brother to the tree. - gen e.
I remember. Vividly imaged, you recall that old tree (we called it "split tree," remember?) in loving lines of sacrifice. Well written, brava!
(((HUGS))) and love, your twinklies, Karen Lynn. :D
wonderful thoughts here Karla...
John