the father held the answers and the reasons in his heart
seasons for hope the start of all things keeping promises too close for
flower’s bloom, the towering gloom of forest, watchman’s doom
was filled, o’erpowering dreams that waited till the world’s unraveling
restart, rebuild and he the holy braid
repeating all he’s fallen still
for wind that blows the promise filling
the seasons reasoning sweet answers
keeping home-fires burning hope returning
heart still yearning sends the one who understanding this
flashes furious flame unleashed a breeze that forest’s trees can speak its words
true hope eternally forsaken, newly heard.
Written for ReadWritePoem #14: a CLEAVE poem: The left hand (bold) words form the first stanza. Right hand (unbold) words are the second. And the whole poem read normally is its own third stanza. At least, I think that's what the definition meant.