The Tree


This tree is down the road from my house, and I see it a couple times a week when I go to town for this or that. This tree has struggled to live in the adobe clay that fills this valley. It is difficult to survive here. Dry, windy, harsh.  This tree has managed to stand for God knows how long against the odds. Every fall it looks like this, sort of Poe-like. Kind of melancholy and sad. Can't you see it's limbs filled with black crows? Like it wants to give up? But I...