Straight, supple
Some
arrow
passing wind
Carried to this spot
Took
root and
grew
In this lonely place
Afloat in a sea of grass.
Surrounded by open solitude, The arrow points to the sky.
A green sentinel Home
for the
winds
and nest for the
stars.
A thousand melodies From
its
boughts are plucked
Sweet music Stringed accompaniment For feathered songs.
Cold Bitter, shattering
cold
Ice cracks the arrow
Snaps the shaft Hurls the head to the ground. Spring's warmth The sun smiles down
in the fallen sentinel.
A feeble gasp A tiny arrow Pokes up from the earth Raises its head Stretches
Laughs
in the
sun
A wee green sentinel. -
Becky fierranj
