Many branches have been lost.
Storm scars heal and leaves rain.
twinkle with sunlight again,
billowing autumn with colourful drifts
and crunch of acorns underfoot.
In the heart of oaken breasts,
squirrels busily stock their nests,
warm and winter ready.
We too have taken stock:
logs are stacked and kindling’s chopped;
soon there will be crackles in the hearth
and the room will glow, warm and content
with the tang of wood smoke.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Gillena says, as some parts of planet earth remain storm-ravished, some parts have weathered the storms and others remain near-paradise. She asks us to build houses sturdy and strong or not at all by fashioning poems in under one hundred words.