Taxus Baccata

I saw upon the yew,
a soft, bright aril;
a lust red --
upon a skewed
bough.

I looked a leaf --
spiraling  upon the stem.
the current flutters,
the leaf puttering down,
as the wan tree mutters.

so I outstretch my arm,
the lorn leaf in my hand.

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[Pryde Foltz]

Oh the beauty of where you live, Randall. You are a unique and gifted pen, my friend. Wonderful wonderful.