I found loneliness <br />in winter's aloe sun <br />reaching and listening <br />to the beat of the bark <br />with arms like brittle <br />arrows and purple <br />beams of light <br />like never before <br />behind a quiver tree <br /> <br />like voices <br />blowing free <br />through this lonely <br />tree's bursting bark <br />and blowing over some <br />of the many roads <br />of my brown mind <br />it will not show <br />its wounds to me <br /> <br />while crated minds <br />lie in wait to see <br />if purple arms <br />with broken palms <br />could be touching <br />heaven's heart <br />like seldom in a tree <br />or a man was found <br />lonely to the front<br /><br />Elna Nel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiver-tree/
