March 17, 2017March 17, 2017, Spring 2017, protection, death, Audre Lorde, 0 A seedling emerges beneath the lofty branches of a birch. A sapling decays shaded from the sun’s burning rays. A sapling withers protected from the wet winter showers. A boy atrophies sheltered from the evils of reality Only to die reaching for the distant branches. Its cry unheard. Print this page. Author Samuel View all posts
