The bending not the breaking,
The giving and the taking .....
When will it ever be enough my heart I’ve forsaken Strong roots prevail to the twists and turns My base walks strong through the tangles of uncertainty.
Voracious arms spindle down... You are still splintered, not glossened. You will soon be polished, and swept away..
By a love so strong n real
Not wind, not rain, neither joy nor pain,,can change these skies from gray
Twisted by the storm, Bent by fierce wind among My own branches, and yet... Leafless branches bearing hopes of spring to come
This is a community poem written as a stream of posts on this sight in response to the photograph above during the week of January 2 2018