The tree trunk twisted counter-clockwise
Thick bark spiraling upwards
Age tired branches above
Tended to finally fail under the weight of rain
It reminded everyone of the Venus de Milo
Twisting in the same direction
Old beyond what anyone could fathom
Having seen more than their share
Their limbs severed over time
Never detracting from their beauty
I enjoyed this poem, the turn in the second a stanza and the merged ending.
I might toy with a few edits: “everyone” to “you”, “anyone” to “you”, “their” to “your” in the second stanza; delete “their” in the first line of the third. Food for thought.
Thanks for sharing.