Poetry – Battered but not broken

Battered but not broken

 

Battered branches with limpid leaves

Hang exhausted before the onslaught

Of the gale.

Robbed of their nascent, verdant virility

They forlornly cling to life,

Gathering themselves

Like a boxer between rounds.

 

Below the drifts of drying debris

Is testament to the ferocity

Of nature.

Piqued by insult

She rounded against friend and foe

In a tantrum of frustration

Before settling back to brooding.

 

In future years we should expect no storm,

But rather a more measured response?

A subtle reminder of power

That we can only imagine,

As she vents her fury

In more subtle and terrible ways.

 

For nature has

Formally

Given us her warning.

 

Opher – 24.5.2020

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