Dead Oaks

Over the past couple years my oaks have been dying,
I figure it is due to lack of rain,
but yet the one that was struck by lightning in 2008 remains  living,
although its top is dead.
The wood peckers love the top of this tree,
as they peck in a rhythmical way,
like the beat of a well-tuned heart,
like a foot in song sung in an unusual way.
The speed of wings as they once flew down from the swarm above,
as I laid on the ground.
The dragonfly sung me a song.
Soon the dead oaks will keep me warm,
as they sing song,
in my boxwood stove.

About billiescauldron

I am in transition. I see myself as a Spiritual Writer and as such my blog will slowly change with me still holding tight to being in the garden as a child loving my teacher.
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