The Holding Roots

The wizened branches

of a leaf-barren tree

matted thick with debris

from years of standing

in the ever-changing wind,

keeping its mark between

the long-faded gray grasses

and a dark-cloud sky,

and somehow I understood

its post, waiting, fallow,

strong but aged, a life-lived,

but still some memories to come, 

mature roots holding it in place, 

and spindly hands reaching beyond.

—C.L. Fisher, January 2022

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