Dignitree

                             

There is no dignity
like that of a tree...
whether towering and broad
or fledgling fine
trees carry themselves
with weight and spine;
outliving us all
with the grace of time,
presuming not to know
all the while they grow.

So that when one is lost
to the sinister saw
the sky mourns
and the ground roars,
for the end of an era
of a very great good
that was taken away
though no need of wood.
   


I lost a tree today, one of great age and beauty, yet minimal obstruction to surrounding properties. For many a year it has been a feature, indeed the feature of my view, keeping me elegant company and mighty muse. This is she the winter before her last. RIP my elegant dignitree.