accepting the past . . .

HAIKU

 

not whole but healed too

the old pine more beautiful

for its ice storms' scars

 

 

The pine is one just outside my door . . . in the nine years I have been here it has weathered many ice storms, losing limbs, bowed by what it has had to bear.  When I came here I didn't know it would be a place and time of healing, but we have endured together.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2014-12-31 at 15:44

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How can such few words evoke so much in each person? This is so beautiful.

I also had an old and beautiful pine that grew outside my bedroom window so that I could see it from my bed. It weathered and healed with me through the many years of growing there. I remember its healing effect on me.

This year, after ten years, I went back, and it had been cut for firewood. At first I was outraged that they would cut such a fine tree, but then I saw the family, humble and poor, proud of their stack of wood that had kept them alive during one of the worst winters in the area. I smiled, and thanked the tree, who had been there for me for so long, and now was helping a new family to survive.
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Beautiful haiku and beautiful prose. I live in Florida now where snow and ice storms never happen. But I do remember the magic of ice-covered evergreens and how they endure and recover every spring. Nature is so often a mirror.
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