Sunday, January 7, 2018

Poetry: TREES

Post-Christmas
carnage
lines
suburban streets
random
sprigs of
green
like in the flag peep through
offering faint
hope
against the bronzed and
copper-toned leaves
dried branches brown like
spilled blood
festive
beauty
now
less than a
memory
as the
black
of old hardships
takes hold

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