Broken Oaks

the myth of permanence

Tainted with glory

my memory of oak trees.

Friends come and go

Families separate with time

but oak tress are forever

the mask of permanence.

So this summer, 

this voracious summer

with Covid still about

with heavier rains and closer lightning strikes

shaking our bones

two master oaks have fallen

felled by the winds and the rain

and those lightning strikes that shook…