Red Chestnut Tree

The red chestnut speaks of a pathos released into productivity.

What ring of time
gives significance to planetary measures,
spinning reason
as white gold, like a wreath
of natural solidarity and commitment
to eternal realms beneath your branches.
My child and I took hands under the red chestnut tree
then walked along the roadside.

Her heart was a cloistered contemplation,
mine, a despairing tear, welling
up from pathos.
Could I really worry anymore
that I would not find my way
along this mercy road?
The sweet peas waved
their bonneted heads.

Emily Isaacson

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