A 5-Branch Poem
1.
A house grew up among the oaks.
Their high boughs seemed eternal like
the day after tomorrow.
2.
An entire acre of fall leaves–a crazy
3.
They used to say, in winter,
from the house you couldn’t see
Ice storms felled one tree.
Heavy wet snow took two more.
Then: pine bark beetles.
5.
In the house among the trees
lived a century, plump
in its middle age.
Now, it grows thin–
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This journey from plenitude to hanging on, with a bit of deflation as early as “the day after tomorrow” strikes a chord.
I like that you have slowed this journey down for us with concision, white space and numbering it by sections. It helps me get visual hold of the poem. I love it that industrial garbage bags made it into the poem!
Loved the journey and the imagery.