Friday Photo – Dead Wood

Dead tree in the sun


in death it had a certain beauty
that almost matched it's life
silhouette upon a sunlit canvas
varicose veins across the sky
it’s gnarled and craggy fingers
forking tributaries unto high
clawing, reaching, fighting
for width, for space, for height
spreading, searching, writhing
in a twisted wave goodbye

– adapted from Dead Wood by sidewalk smudge