10-12-2025, 10:55 PM
On mound of grey
contained by snow,
arbour flayed raw
sways, bends, cracks, moans.
Stained green with black
defies the frost,
holds pinched dry fruit,
red blood of ox.
For none but He,
or It, or She --
there far beyond
our salted wall,
that salted pond;
mortal gasp of
timeless scree,
stands, persists
the Hoctor tree.
contained by snow,
arbour flayed raw
sways, bends, cracks, moans.
Stained green with black
defies the frost,
holds pinched dry fruit,
red blood of ox.
For none but He,
or It, or She --
there far beyond
our salted wall,
that salted pond;
mortal gasp of
timeless scree,
stands, persists
the Hoctor tree.

