I reach out a finger
and trace the spine
that gives us apple jelly
The wind shakes the tree
as though it means to strangle it
All those little green youngsters holding tight
The weather bipolar...
One day joyful, caressing;
the next a batch of murderous rage exploding
unfolding in all directions
The tree endures, withstanding
Guarding its precious charges
Ah, but the leaves, the leaves...
One day he will be back for them
They will not be so lucky
About Me
- Andy Byers
- Andy Byers was born. He was not a finalist for the 1994 Governor General's Award. Andy has not had several columns and articles published in The New Yorker and The London Times, nor is he the author of such novels as Stephen: A Journey's Windbag or The Hyphenated Erection. Andy is not an associate professor at the University of Toronto, where he does not teach Chauserian Middle English nor Renaissance Swedish Poetry. Andy does not reside in Kanata, Ontario, where he does not make his home with wife Temerity, son Christopher-Napoleon, nor a St. Bernard-Chihuahua mix named Boomer. At the time of writing, Andy Byers is, and hopes to continue.
