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.


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



  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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