![]() The Leaning TreesA Poem by CaseypowersOne row Stretching gracefully into Winter See how light plays Camouflage patches Dipped in sunshine paint Dotted by artist's hand See how their bark peels And smooth mottled green Fights for place Over grey And how branches arch Tipped with brown leave fingers Whispering song The song of fall Fingers breaking free In electric pulse To Nature's Hum Basking in this Last light of sun Blended by crisp breeze A picture of the season To play in mind's eye During Nature's changing of tides © 2011 Caseypowers |
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