26 Jan 2018

Black Seed

Strange tree gone sideways, roots gripping
like insufficient fingers, frail hold on
coarse earth, the grey earth, before
a bird too late for summer, tempting
winter, whose harp mingles
with the creak of wooden limbs, uncertainty
turning with the sweeping winds, gentle
rhythm, first rise for the tree that came from a black seed
and in spring brings thorny growth,
nest enough for the bird
in spite of the prick.