…I looked up and noticed the old dead tree
curling the bones of its crippled fingers
in an evening prayer. And no other tree
in the garden had such power…
(Fragmenten uit: ‘The Dead Tree Lesson’ by Mark Allinson)
…I looked up and noticed the old dead tree
curling the bones of its crippled fingers
in an evening prayer. And no other tree
in the garden had such power…
(Fragmenten uit: ‘The Dead Tree Lesson’ by Mark Allinson)