The Fall

Fences
Bent from
Falling trees
Of course
I miss
That feeling
Of tumbling
Into love
But my
Structure
Cannot bear
Another
Compromise
Of being
And besides
The forest floor
Is frozen

-me


Painting: Fallen Tree 1955, by John Nash

~ by April on January 12, 2021.

Posted in Body, Identity, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy
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