brittle branches
by Dwight J. Friesen
bunches of brittle branches felled - by sea gale and a large toothed saw no life no sap no flex no growth blocking sun cut - pile - burn it takes so little to snap a dead branch the slightest breeze blankets a roof, fills the gutters gusts of wind are nature's pruning sheers and I am left with the cleanup dead branches have a way of cluttering up life or defining a life makes a mess got to keep growing sap flowing purposeful pruning an ounce of prevention a pound of cure submit the branches to the gardener's sheers better now then when the storm kicks up better at the hand of the gardener then the northern winds cut away o gracious gardener make me spinally and distorted yet full of life no dead wood send the wind I will bend bow and not break sway and not snap
brittle branches
