Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Lead Savior, Dec 21, 2007.

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  1. Lead Savior

    Lead Savior Well-Known Member

    Through summer and autumn the trees have sensed impending doom
    The changing colors of their leaves reflect this, but still they are reluctant to believe

    The bright, life-giving jewel of the sky turns away from them
    They awake to the grey dawn of winter

    Not sunshine but deathly frost now descends upon them
    Their leaves are relinquished to the earth, revealing their bare frames

    They now more closely resemble skeletal hands reaching out from the grave, grasping at their betrayer
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  2. Ohhhh... I LIKE that!! The wording, the imagery, the length is just perfect!
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