Still They Stand

The fall stole crowns

and brought the cold

Winds stripped each gray

like river stones

To leave a single

patch of gold

On fragile frames

with knotty bones

As one, within

a grove, they stood

With limbs outstretched

to Heaven’s walls

Soil-speckle-cloaked

like charcoaled wood

They waited for

his axe to fall

A wicked winter:

cold heart’s freeze

Hate’s infernal

plot began

Extinguishing

the stand of trees

Elder’, children,

women, men

Still, Spring would wake

to miracles

Arising from

the ash to stand

Like Aspen leaves;

sun-glistened jewels

Replenished seeds

in promised land

In Honor of

International

Holocaust Remembrance Day

January 27th

Photo Credit: Ken Wyatt