Grandmother oak falls Leaving room for her children to scale the sunlight Image by Nico Wall from Pixabay
Mementoes set in stone, of stone read by the earth’s lithographers who are wondering where to set the golden spike for this age. Marking slow time: eons, eras, periods, epochs, passages once set by gods or no gods. Rocky signatures etched by the slow swing of something other than the swifter acts of Man/Woman.
Play; have we forgotten just what a learning experience it can be?
I'm not much of a poet, which may be why haikus appeal to me; there's not much poem to write. Grandmother oak falls, leaving room for her childrento scale the sunlightC'est moi Image is from Oak Tree Facts