Oak
Cold Winter:
a burden upon scaled limbs,
building up emotionless snow
gravitating from fingertip to toe.
these things,
forever accumulate
in the harsh winds.
Hot Summer:
bask in warm rays of hope,
quenched by cool rains;
relaxed until those arrive
with dull axe in hand.
majestic Oak,
missing the Winter;
reminding us we were alive
and strong.
-Jason-
March 15, 2012
