GULF LIFE DESTROYED :: BP OIL DISASTER

WINTER OF MY PAIN

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OAKS

Take all of me and watch me die the slow death of trees uncared for,
The long branches, graceful and free,
cut down to ridiculous sparseness. . .

twigs only, like me, that struggle to breathe
through seasons of struggle and harshness.
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(These Oaks, once strong and beautiful, with much to offer to passers-by, neighbors, and the neighborhood as a whole, were suddenly taken down by thoughtlessness for the greater good of the micro-environment. Years of growth gone in a day and in a few months time half of the 7 or 8 trees had died as a result)
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THE LIGHT . . .

The Light thins to a narrow, faint ray in the wooded night. Is it leaving me or still leading me.

The trees whisper,
follow on. . .

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BRIDGE IN THE WOOD . . .

leads me through the trees. . . words are spoken on the breath of those trees. Their naked branches touch my spirit and I can forget for awhile, my pain.

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FLIGHT FROM CHAOS

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WINTER :: TREES

I can stare endlessly at bare winter trees and cloth them with my thoughts.
They. . .
never complain.

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