Gone Be Giant
Giant is dead
Gone is its breadth
The drape of its shade
The red feathered reach
Giant is gone
A reason unknown
If only you knew
The heartache in witness
Giant in pieces
Cut from its root
Ripped from its hearth
A clutter of mess
Giant is past
No longer a beacon
An Autumnless phase
A partner alone
Giant no more
A teary-eyed sadness
An anchorless view
A shattered wakening…Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Monday, August 24, 2015
Okay, really getting me to want to know what the “giant’ represents! Great poem.
A majestic tree! Can you see it now?