An Evergreen's Aubade Poem by Guy Northam

An Evergreen's Aubade



The Holm tree pinned me down,
Its twigs and leaves like tears
Streaking my face
And the pain, like the whole world
On top of me, only a Holm tree.

And I listened overseas to the pulp
Plantations, the dying cry of conifers.

I felt too late that sickly despair,
A vibrant sense of vengeance in the air.

Friday, August 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: ecology
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