By Laurie Baron
Branches cut from the Tree of Life.
Fall like leaves in autumn.
Roots remain but sap is bleeding.
The Sabbath bride is mourning
The lumberjack’s hateful harvest.
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Baron is professor emeritus of history at San Diego State University. He may be contacted via lawrence.baron@sdjewishworld.com.
My eyes have filled with tears as I read your poem. You have touched my soul.
That is lovely, Laurie.
In just a few words, Laurie Baron has exposed deep,raw feelings. Beautifully composed.