Winter's Breath
Mother Nature's Precious Time
Inhaling a breath, the wind freezes
with a chill that shakes its bones.
Surveying the land, its eyes water,
as they rest upon the tree of ash.
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A tree so aged and truly majestic,
its wisdom gleaming across the land.
Weathered by many a cold winter
and the unrelenting storms of loggers.
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With breath so slight, the ash does toss
and turn amidst a very fretful sleep.
Uninhabited, its bare branches stretch,
towards the earth of its nightmares.
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Time ticks rapidly across ash roots,
beaten by savage, wielded axes.
With rattling breath, the ash shudders,
screaming shrilly upon awakening.
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In response, the wind begins to cry,
as its heart feels deep remorse.
Drip, drip, its rain drums a beat,
a rythm of life for the tired ash.
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Shaking its branches, the ash does fell,
its last yellow and golden leaves.
Floating through the air, they drop,
landing on the steep, winding path.
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Footprints leave their rude mark,
embedded in the wet, muddy dirt.
The stumbling prints of flustered men,
who could not log the very strong ash.
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Snap! Snap! Heavy feet do tread again,
booted and ready to strike the earth.
Closing its eyes to the pending storm,
the ash retreats into its deep soul.
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Exhaling its cold winter's breath,
the wind circles the fighting tree.
Embracing ash trunk with a cold frost,
it shields it with a haze of protection.
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Soon the torch lights begin to glow,
amidst the darkening blue grey sky.
Confused voices scatter the earth,
in search of the very tall, strong ash.
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Surrounded by a winter's breath,
the ash indulges wind's embrace.
The voices of men a now distant echo,
gifting it another winter to weather.
About the Creator
Susan Marshall
Susan Marshall is a contemporary Australian author, theatre practitioner and the founder of Story Playscapes. Her works: "Fleur of Yesterday," "All the Hope We Carry,", "Adira and the Dark Horse" and "Bare Spirit" are available globally.
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