The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for June 2005
are we the
only ones looking
at the shapes
of the
trees
the
dead
wood
the broken stubs
the green wood rising
once again
this spring
of false
promise and
grey skies will
pass
into summer
without
the lingering the sighing
the casting
about
the fresh vistas
and
bright
futures
this spring
the trees are growing
still the dead wood
lingers
anticipating
winter
once
again