Fallen Oak

 

Winter trees

How sad that ice brought to its knees
The tallest, proudest of oak trees
Just when Spring’s second had left a card
Amid the fog of Winter’s yard.

No call of crow, nor flight of smoke
Can now unbend the fallen oak,
Nor lift new leaves up to the skies
To greet the Spring as Winter dies.

Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

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