Today's poem is by Alice Pettway
Confession of the Oak Tree
I would shed my leaves in an instant,
If I could shake their delicate skeletons
off my frame, those brittle reminders
of last season's small failures.
I want to be bare and unencumbered.
Strip me naked; my rough bark
no longer shames me the way it used to.
Leave smooth skin to the saplings,
tender and thin, yet to survive
the droughts and floods I have weathered.
Sheath me in gnarled knobs and dimples,
a woody armor thick enough
to protect the sap I used to spill
at the peck of every careless bird.
Copyright © 2009 Alice Pettway All rights reserved
from Barbed Wire and Bedclothes
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