Written for Paul Brookes' ekphrastic challenge - one poem a day in April 2021.
The pieces for this day are by Jane Cornwell and John Law
The Old Tree
The old tree felt a profound sadness.
It had seen so much, so many summers
and winters.
Its leaves had come and gone, its girth
expanding ring by ring.
There had always been creatures that
There had always been creatures that
lived their brief lives in and around it.
Other trees had gone too, felled
by gales and axe, but it was spared.
For the first time, the weight that pulled
on its branch reminded it that its roots
no longer drank the way they did.
Its core felt dry and empty.
Soon, it thought, I will return
to the earth, leaving only a shell.
Tim Fellows 2021
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