Monday, May 23, 2011


We spent a windy hour
in the company of trees
watched river flow below,
rested in birdsong and
the dance of green leaves.
We did not expect death
to block our path, bright
treetop, still green, wind
severed, broken on the trail,
slender trunk cut clean,
standing still against
seductive,destructive gusts.
It could have been you.
It could have been me.
Some day it will be.


  1. No, we don't expect death to block our path...especially when it looks SO alive yet on the path. Sometimes, it seems, death looks much like life.

  2. Powerful poem, Victoria. It calms me somehow, I'm not sure why, but such a different perspective on life and death.

  3. How true the words are. Someday, you ll have to leave this life form. Btw, did you hail any such incident personally? Lets just live each day as forever, who knows how many are left.

  4. Excellent description here as well as a metaphor for life. It could indeed be any of us any time.

  5. Wow, such a beautiful scene you present with clarity and your love of nature comes through. I did not expect it to end in the reality of life. Magnificient poem of reality.