A Walk Among Trees in Spring

4-24-16

Tender cotyledons rise through wet decay –
Sons of wood, to synthesize the Sun of May.

Beside, the recumbent matriarchal bole
Bares wistfully her weathered, mossy scroll.

Our silent footfalls pause, advance, and pass:
In one brief and hallowed moment, we saw their first and last.

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About A. S. Ellis

I am always learning. Always. And that is as it should be.
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