Ilex

Your leaves were once green,

Your berries so red

I hung you, it seemed,

With ashes on my head

You smelled so sweet,

Like perfume in February

I'm the stump of a tree

The girls are gone--none left to marry

Reviews

[heavvur]

this makes me think. i like that.

"i'm the stump of a tree" i like that metaphor.

"you smelled so sweet,
like perfume in february."
nice.

'tis a good poem dear lad.

[wolfshrew]

i love when i cant tell what certain things mean

[Shelby Baker]

hmm..
well its interesting and simple but a nice write
Good job