The Swamp Oak – by Ed Ahern

 

Balding leafage
lets the eye slip through
to scabrous bark
that runs past rot holes
hiding squirrels.

Twisted branches
contort around power lines,
reaching upward
and straining to
recover grace.

The tree sways
toward a century
it will not reach,
and strews its seeds
with wanton hope.

 

 

 

Ed Ahern is a US poet who resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had a hundred forty poems and stories published so far, and two books.

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