Shaking dying leaves from the gnarly tree
Leaving the hedge alone, covered in debris
The scraggy ‘Mulberry Bush was left exposed
To brace against the icy winds, hard, dark and cold
The tallow waxen breath, blowing hoary whispers
"I am Winter & I am coming for you"
Some had let lie, the fields now fallow dry
The frost, pruned & sheared
As if preparing for death
Their leavings left on the path,
Of promises "Yet to Come"
The Star in the middle,
Lighted the mourning sky
Showing the way, as if to say’
"Have no fear,
I will set you free".
Author notes
writen for 'Naka, not about her
Then re-worked / edited and changed
As I am prone to do
Just, 'Because.
What did you think
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Each in it's season, according to plan...
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ref: / Gnarly Tree
Actually, this a metaphorical piece on my first 'butch, haircut since bootcamp fifty years ago. lol
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