Fractured bracken like brittle bone
Dying fragments cracked and strewn
Twisted fingers reach to the sky
Old leafy branches moan and cry.
Frosty powder, new glistening snow
February winds that whistle and blow
Bent and curved in solemn brace
Waiting for the springtime's face.
Lover's hearts pierce weathered bark
Tall ancient oak scratched and carved
Embedded secrets whisper and sigh
Of pagan chants from years gone by.
And perched upon his hillside throne
With outstretched limbs he stands alone
With eyes of wisdom he sees it all
While watching seasons turn and fall.
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wow!
this was just amazing
"Lover's hearts pierce weathered bark
Tall ancient oak scratched and carved
Embedded secrets whisper and sigh
Of pagan chants from years gone by."
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This is absolutely wondrous! I love all the imagery you've given this piece, and the beautiful description. The story told is wonderful as well. . . this entire piece is just beautiful!
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Thank you so very much for your lovely kind comments...I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.
Shaz
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