Tuesday, July 15, 2008


9 x 12
on paper

The gnarled roots of a tree she saw
reminded her of her legs.
Her legs,
her own trunk that used to be so strong.
Now 40 years and then 1
they're sagging near the knees.
Tiny violet lines are tributaries
to a river that once ran wild.
Countless scars are trophies
from athletic days gone by.
Yet the tree still stands.
Ready to take root,
branching out again.


Distressing Delilah said...

Beautiful! Adding you to my so distressing blog list..hope you don't mind!

Anonymous said...

When will you be settling into your new place? Taking root?
Lurking Lisa