Cherita Fitzgerald

I swear, I'm going to name a character in my next book 'Cherita Fitzgerald.' Also a do-able combination of poetic forms.


Redwood

I can’t reach my arms around the stiff, stippled bark

Standing where it has stood for two hundred years
Stretching up with an inspired flight into a cloud washed sky

At it’s feet, a seeding sends tentative roots the other direction
Deep into the soft, loamy ground
A dream of endurance, a prayer of hope


©Edwina Peterson Cross