DRIFTWOOD

brown cinders, glistening sun

down the creek driftwood comes

so simple it looks

so stale and dead

but looking closer

nature has said

a floating gift

beauty in wood

a life of wonder

as this tree stood

a name, a carving

two friends for life

this driftwood watched

with no eyes for sight

so as it gracefully, 

sweeps past the shores

cast a glance of forevermore

beauty, even in driftwood comes

brown wood, dried in the sun

roaming, rushing, floating by

whimsical natures lullaby 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see this metaphorically...we are all part of a tree of life...and once that tree dies, we all drift, the pieces of what once was.

one of my favorites from you, Holly...

beautiful and forlorn at the same time.

[Holly Mason]

thank you so fine sir