Poem: Twisted Limbs

Twisted Limbs

You stand and look at the tree,
not a passing glance, but a study
of it’s wind blown limbs
and twisted branches,

torn by time and weather
into a gnarly tangle,
so like life, so intertwined
by struggle and pain,

yet still reaching upward,
always upward
towards the sun.

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The picture was taken along the coastline of Newport, Rhode Island. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

2 comments

  1. A fitting tribute to these extraordinary limbs!

    I visited Jekyll Island often and loved to bike to its northern-most tip, where the constant wind keeps blowing the trees into almost horizontal submission. Somehow they survive and thrive.

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