The old man and the tree

Under broad and bushy eyebrows staring

misty watery eyes in their last light

wrinkles that carves this grooves into his sight

writing pain in old age and gesturing

the tree in front of his house gave him ease

protecting and robust, not fleeing storm

catching the hardest blows, there for the form

profoundly sad and leafless in disease

gray and silky hair that you can count now

a toothless mouth almost, to try to tell

the effort to live life, so sad, so slow

the man, the tree, they have given it how

they used to know, waiting for the last spell  

at the end, to find hope at God’s rainbow.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

25/09/2014