like the massive oak in fall
that pushes off its leaves of old memories
casting down the useless rubish
to be raked into the fire
of forgetfullness
the injured heart
can no longer remember
how rich in green color
or how brightly loves' leaves glowed
yet springtime
comes with new foilage
promise fufilled in new buds
time passes into summer
the oak again dressed in beauty
green fills the vast sky
new love is born
the Oak re-birthed
phto by:www.elebanistaescoces.com/images/The_Mighty_O...
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ahhh...
yes! hope springs eternal...
this is wonderful penning!
with your trademark of uplifting wisdom...
I agree with David...great pic and colors displayed with this beautiful poem...rich in poetic splendor!
as are you...
Blessings! Tammy
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Thank you Tammy as always for turning my fron upside down! What would I do without my best AP friend? I don't want to know!
Mary
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I like it. It's great. A lovely poem about the cycle of an oak tree. Good structure, good words and well done!
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Thank you so much for reading it. I appreciate that!!!!
GBY
SilverButterfly
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