The Beauty of Her Scars
Crape myrtle
Limbs long since broken
Blended into earth
Wounds healed, edges softened
Knobby, cracked, peeled
I stand looking at the beauty of her scars
Hoping the gods will grant me such
Glorious patina, inside, outside
As dreams, long since broken
Bring healed wounds, softened edges
A gentle blending with this earth
Ellen Hamilton on January 30th, 2013 | File Under Ellen Hamilton | 5 Comments -
January 31st, 2013 at 2:30 pm
Crepe myrtle bark is so lovely and even more so as the tree ages.
February 1st, 2013 at 1:26 am
Like you, Ellen, I have always marveled at the beautiful way in which trees heal their wounds. Yes, they have much to teach us about life and death.
February 1st, 2013 at 3:23 am
Ellen, this is beautiful.
May our wounds heal in such a beautiful way…
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:30 am
Of all the trees I know, I think the crape myrtle is my favorite. Such a beautiful tree in all seasons of life, and even more so the older it gets – for exactly the reasons you’ve listed. May we all be like the crape myrtle with its softened edges and healed wounds. Thank you for a beautiful post.
February 5th, 2013 at 3:57 am
I absolutely love this, Ellen. Tree and words – both sing.