brittle branches
brittle branches
by Dwight Friesen
Bunches of brittle branches
Felled - by sea gale and my large toothed saw
no life
no sap
no flex
no growth
blocking sun
cut pile burn
it takes so little to snap a dead branch
the slightest breeze blankets my roof and fills my gutters
gusts of wind are nothing more than natures pruning sheers
and I am left with the cleanup
dead branches have a way of cluttering up life
making a mess of what was neat and tidy
Got to keep growing
sap flowing
purposeful pruning
an ounce of prevention
a pound of cure
I will submit my branches
to the gardener’s sheers
better now then when the storm kicks up
better at the hand of the gardener
then the thoughtless northern winds
cut away o gracious gardener
make me spinally and distorted
but make me strong
Then send the wind
I will stand
bend but not break
sway but not snap
