Old One Speak

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Old One -
Speak to me of dark gifts,
Of fragile boughs
That bend and break.

Speak to me of brittle bark,
Of sinews tight
That snap and sing
Of precious things.

Speak to me of fields laid bare
Tears and spoilage everywhere.
Turning soil, seed all sown.
Unaware of where is home.

Speak to me of furrows deep
Where promises and stories keep
Summer rains bring pulsing veins…
Old one - Speak to me.