Drift Wood

Photo by Olga Iacovlenco on Unsplash

Light falls through
branches
and golden dripping
leaves
and hits the bones
of the forest that was
yesterday
worn smooth by the
inevitable
journey as my children
scramble over tangled
piles of spoils
and I
wobble
over the years of knots
and limbs and
wonder
how is it we all drift
together
and where the inevitable
will take
the bones of my
forest.

© 2020 Trisha Traughber