Not like Redbuds
rooted laterally
towards moisture,

or Blue Oaks
chasing a granite crack
of snowmelt,

we can leave, anytime:
sell the cows
with the place,

go anywhere, retire—
feet and glasses up
to toast new skies.

But who would want to
at this late date,
we’re not that kind.


10 responses to “NOT THAT KIND

  1. I’m with you John. That’s how it is. Happy Thanksgiving. Pat

    Sent from my iPad



  2. Peter Notehelfer

    You have chosen, by far, the better part . . . Blessings in your Thanksgiving . . .


  3. Somehow the tree symbolizes my feelings today.


  4. You would never be as happy anywhere else.
    Happy Thanksgiving.


  5. If you have your own bit of God’s acreage you stay until you can’t stay anymore.

    Liked by 1 person

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