What We Had to Do

Into the orchard
          spilled the light of another sun.
Trees bloomed in autumn
          too late to set fruit.
Branches bent
          with the weight of winter.
Limbs twisted and snapped
          like the tortured saints
of a misologeic faith.
          So we sharpened the axes.
So we did what we had to do.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, endurance athlete, retired public health planner
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1 Response to What We Had to Do

  1. slpmartin says:

    The last line conveys much of the lives of those in this world…fine verse.

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