Years pile up
like leaves
another winter
of
slumbering trees
The oranges
and
the rusts
oil me please
so that I
not yield
to dust
I sympathize
with the
trees and the wildlife,
left to survive
a Winter's
frost
they are the
strong,
the invincible
and on us,
that should never
be lost
I can only admire
God's strength
within them,
as I stand with
mouth agape
Nothing on this earth
has ever wowed me
more than ....
God's work
to date
The Concrete Poet