Thursday, August 30, 2012

Thursday Poem - Trees

Work with words cannot save us.
Nothing can do that,
but perhaps to be saved is not salvation.

I see the trees along this road
turn into smoke at sundown,
and know them for the very ones
I was meant to see.

Michael Hannon


One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

almost the same view
I see from my cottage window.

Guy said...

A very nice poem I had never read anything by him so it was great to see this one.