Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Tree


The laughing breeze tossed your mantle of green
And we laughed too for the song of Spring
Had teased each bud to a vibrant sheen
In the hour twixt dawn and evening


Summer murmured through your lofty tresses
And we murmured in the shade beneath
While delicate pink twilight caresses
Your vibrant, emerald wreath


Now soon frigid elements will strip away
Your scarlet gown of dignity
Against the sky in stark display
Nature flaunts your brevity


On the ground your teardrops lie
Evidence of life’s fair hour
Before your naked limbs stretch high
Yielding to a higher Power

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Janet Martin

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