Tree Child Poem by Leslie Philibert

Tree Child



rest among the gentians
like an exhausted lover,
the road has thrown

you out of track and youth,
a line of rescue wakes
the rooks in the cold trees;

there is a nest not far away
waiting to fall, a pause
before the first call, a damp leaf.

Thursday, November 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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written after seeing an accident
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