All the trees are dead.
The elm and the ash are long gone,
and now
even the live oak where the sparrows once sung
is a stump split open
dead.
Dead as those sparrows.
Dead as the blackbirds who sang more sweetly.
A dead split stump
dead wood
dead woods
that’s all that is left.

…

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for Pushcarts and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes. 

Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/