aflame now
in the fire pit
a gnarled old log
like a shaggy buffalo
its whitening bones
carried by the breeze
ashes of a warrior tree
drifting into the garden
returning to the earth
to rise next spring
in flowers
Ode to a Log
My streams of thought meet here
How lovely. I scattered the ashes of my departed neighbour beneath a pear tree in our shared garden one year ago tomorrow, and today it’s weighed down with more fruit than I’ve ever seen.
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Thanks for your comment. Your departed neighbour actually left his ashes to you?
My husband tells me ashes are fertilizer, but most often they ‘ll just swirl in the wind and go wherever.
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