Withering winter branches,
Sprawl and drip like cracks,
Bare bark upon the trees,
Behind the rocks in stacks.
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Shimmering Spring blossoms,
Drape and trace like a shawl,
Alluring for the animals,
Amidst the caw and call.
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Hollow and still,
Cold and without breath,
Daunting and tall in the air,
Where trickles and mouths are met.
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The flutter leaves spread,
And fall in summer heat,
Carried away on the heavy stream,
Soothingly washing your feet.
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After years worth of weeks,
The buds struggle and sprout,
Coming to regale passersby,
Soon to flourish and flout.
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They stand there still,
As when the stones were placed,
And they'll stand forever after,
We and the stones are displaced.
#HI
About the Creator
Conor Matthews
Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews
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