Wednesday Poetry Blogging

Today, A real-life incident.

A non-fruit-bearing Bradford Pear tree in our front yard split and fell in the wind overnight, Friday to Saturday.  We discovered this trick on Hallowe'en morning.

       My Erstwhile Tree

I never thought that I would see
The fracture of my lovely tree.

A tree that stood with rigid will
Against the side of my front hill.

A tree whose leaves were late to stay
Until a frozen winter day.

A tree whose slant was cause for dread,
Whose leafy arms were too wide spread.

But now whose shape is just half-round
As once high branches touch the ground.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But a mighty wind unmade my tree.