sitting on the porch
breathing in the soft breeze
a rare occurrence these days
fierce wind storms forced
the age-old trees in the back to bow down
so much so that the property owner
started to cut them off of the ground
that frail human attempt failed miserably
the branches, as thick as a tree stem, stayed strong
for the time being . . .
lately, they are gasping for air, maybe their final ones
another explosive storm
will surely make its way
exhausted, those trees are doomed to cave . . .
hülya n. yılmaz
This poem is one of my three contributions to the monthly book, The Year of the Poet, published by Inner Child Press International.