Park Shade – A Collaboration

You grew in what became a picnic grove
Providing shade to what is now a park
While dying you were cut and when I drove
One morning past your place expecting dark
I found the stump, your tombstone, your new mark
And knew eventually that so will I
Look up with new perspective on the sky.

One year and a day, again walking there
Gentle green and tender shoots spring upward
Branches, leaves, hands reaching to heaven’s prayer
Joy on finding an old friend, my heart stirred
As descendant voices drew me forward
That from this future stand will grow one day
My children’s children bursting forth in May

 

A collaborative Chaucerian-stanza poem by Frank Hubeny (in bold) and Jilly.  Posting for Jilly’s October Challenge of Casting Bricks and for dVerse Poet’s Pub.