150th Weekly Poetry Contest winner: Trees
There are aliens in my garden:
giant, unspeaking, older than I,
their bodies turning light into structure,
striving to be both mother and father
to the offspring they cast on the wind.
(First published in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette)
giant, unspeaking, older than I,
their bodies turning light into structure,
striving to be both mother and father
to the offspring they cast on the wind.
(First published in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette)