"Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back."
~Harvey MacKay

resurrection

the train slides past
glasgow central the sign says
here and gone
on a journey to elsewhere
the trees which shield the line
summer green on their away side
buffeted and brown
from where i stand, blowing smoke
and contemplating
the wind blew day after day
from the north
she blew harsh and insistent
the wind blew until
the then spring green turned
brown, dry and dead
why ...
was it the icelandic ash
carried through the air
driven into their living cells
or perhaps the sheer persistence
of wind force
and the trees stood
half living, half dead
when the wind stopped
i watched and wondered
resurrection
the weeks passed
next to, in between and above
the death dry leaves
mother nature pouted
and produced small swellings
which burst and unfurl
a summer growth of spring green
soon the green will hide the brown
birth will mask death
life, a study in resurrection

Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann