An Ending to the Old Beginnings

Fire consumed the tree
Flames jerking around awkward branches,
Engulfing the twisted spiral structure in a glowing lantern.

It cackled

Bits of harsh, deeply wrinkled surfaces
that had once scrapped many a tender flesh
off a child's unprotected feet
Flew towards me.

Blacked Out

Since then...
A seed—the size of a marching ant
has burrowed itself near the fungus infected trunk
Abiding its time until it can hatch from its egg—
Reaching its long limbs towards the open sky.

Sun Rise

Startled into waking I looked out
And there it was—

A seedling waiting to be mighty.

November 21, 2008