Gentle and fragile
she drapes the sky with beauty.
In spring sunshine her branches
spin filtered light
upon the grass.
In heavy summer her leaves
weave deep shadowed shelter
offering rest.
Her autumn glory blazes a dying bloom.
In winter her leafless perfection
reaches for the stars.
What did you think
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Super little poem, aml Di
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Thank you for your entry. I like that you brought in all four seasons to the poem. I think I liked spring the most:
In spring sunshine her branches
spin filtered light
upon the grass
Very well done.
Cheryl
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