Out of Stone: Photo by Noelle

Out of earth, sand and stone
Deep roots cling
Against winter’s
Bone
Harsh be the wind
Stripping at bark
Leaving your limbs
To groan
Dig deep is your nature or surely be
Torn free of the darkest
loam
Give all in the sun or wither
To bare in crevices tight and
Alone
Your beauty grows yet only the jay
Knows of how you’ve been bent and
Honed