a place to rest my eyes
that cooled their burning tears,
warmed their icy sadness,
your one transgression
the slow disintegration
of my wooden passageway
betwixt the interior and exterior compartments
of where I cast my lot
on the morrow
and a piece of me falls with you
Sadly these China Dolls are to be felled tomorrow. The previous owner’s didn’t think ahead (in New Zealand things grow at an astounding rate – and these trees can reach 30 metres in height), and they are destroying my deck stairs. For eight years I have loved them and the sight of them has given me many hours of joy.
Charlie in particular is going to be distraught at their going – when he runs outside in the morning he shoots straight into the tree on the right and scales it like a comet. His favourite pastime is to lurk in the fork of the trunk and pounce on anything that passes by.
I’m taking part in the January 2012 River of Stones.
My other stones so far…
Due to a comment I would like to say that I don’t cut these guys down lightly.
And Charlie still has PLENTY of trees to climb and lurk about in…
Here are some of them.