Running Cedar (literally)

from the book Walking With Trees*

Copyright© 2008

by P. R. Lowe

Desensitized, euthanized; we stumble,

we plunder running cedar for our mantlepiece

and find little peace in it’s dressing.

Pressing ever close to marauding

we are applauding our own demise;

congruently, we cry and wonder why we die

We lament and sigh at our condition,

the perdition in our soul removed from out focus.

We fancy hocus-pocus over what is real

and misconstrue the signs.

Designs are in place.

The trees grace us still,

and their will far outweighs our angst.

*Walking With Trees is available on line from book sellers such as Amazon

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