When fall trees fall…

I am very impressed with this poem and have asked permission of the author to REBLOG it on my blog.

Intellectual Shaman

They

stand

so much taller

than

me

looking down

on my narrow

patch

of dirt.

When a fall tree

falls,

a witness

dies

Marked rings

betray

their age

scars

fire

rain

and periods of drought

killing Christ

or swamping the Ark

They fall

after the leaves have fallen

when death is done

when the wind has whispered

and then shouted.

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