Yesterday when these trees were young
spreading their limbs to kiss the sun,
the reds and golds of autumn shone
resplendent in an early dawn.
An autumn zephyr saw this fare,
and rustled through their tawny hair
then one by one without a sound
tossed them onto a barren ground.
So sad such beauty can’t escape
this ritual of nature’s rape,
as now reduced to skin and bone
they beautify the twilight zone
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This is a marvelous, telling piece; so full of grand imagery to me. Love these lines:
"Yesterday when these trees were young
spreading their limbs to kiss the sun..."
Wow...I had to read it twice and let it marinate in my mind's eye; to see its real beauty. And these lines too:
"then one by one without a sound
tossed them onto a barren ground.
So sad such beauty can’t escape
this ritual of nature’s rape..." I have to admit that I am a lover of nature. I only wish I had come up with these lines. This was an excellent write.
AsIThink...
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This is a beautiful poem of the ravages of nature running through its' yearly trek. Your descriptive words of this tree flow flawlessly aided by your thoughtful rhyme. Well Done!
Dennis
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