Loving and Living. On and off the Rock.

Monthly Archives: May 2020


You never can

Help but dance

Even when heads hang

Heavy just

below your boughs

Hardly ever reaching


(so worth less to Wordsworth, but whatever)

Really, never

Always reaching

South and down

Bowing to neither

Dawn nor dusk

But to every minute

Minute in-between,

O Heathen tree!

Dropping leaves

Always dropping

Rioting in the night winds

Even after father died

Drowning out the circling stars,

Raindrop obstacle!

Throwing shadows

Never bearing fruit