It bears an old boundary’s wound
in its North side, a puckered scar
of melded wood and barbed wire,
with a turpentine scab.
Its leaves – bright as nails… 96 more words
Thanksgiving… giving thanks… for what do we give thanks? Today? At this time?
In a time when every change, great or small, is tracked, accentuated, dissected, analysed, discussed… its volume so loud that we lose sight of its actual significance, we lose the measure of their relative importance. 356 more words