By the hour

By the hour

Scars on bark That hide the wood That thrusts Signs of ageing Deeds misdone Misguided lusts Yet still in Upward motion Ploughing on Through times of Weather fine And harsh with storm Skyward yearning With thickening skin Hardened scars That hide the soft within Hidden still Tender parts The colour rusts Held by fear By scorn By stark mistrusts Reaching upward Branches wide Life that holds The fear inside Teaming with leaf Awash with life Of bud and flower Aching growth continues By the hour.

30/06/2021