Time and Memory: a poem of remembrance

Frozen snow crystals

and freezing temperatures

force Tree boughs

to bend perilously.


Arcing earthward –

the Burden of Ice

 is too heavy to bare.

Sudden cracks

split the air

as limbs are 

torn from

a mother’s


She may never 


from these losses.

 Yet those ripped asunder

  will continue to share

 the Story.


Mothers are extremely resourceful.

Most live on.

Some learn strategies

to heal blood wounds.

Others learn to thrive!

But the Tree’s Story

has been written,


in cellular bodies –

  visible on the outside

as a screaming scar.

A withering twig.

A few have black holes

dead center,

  only discernable

to those 

who see.

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