How lucky am I
to be able to turn
to see these gnarled trees
through this train window
stopped
waiting
for some unseen obstruction
ahead
Sunlight illuminates
my friends, the trees
their trunks, their limbs.
Orange-khaki-colored brush
crouches in front of them
Unashamed of their winter attire
Take me as I am
they signal in their own
private language
I have no need for adornments.
I am here.
That is enough.
Elizabeth Morana
I love the look of those huge trees in their bear bone self! So beautiful in their stark unadorned vulnerable self in all their twisting history as they become more unique in who they have become now. Kevin
What you’ve written has made the picture more meaningful to me, and–unexpectedly–more personal to my life.
Thank you, Kevin,
elizabeth