filled in quite nicely with
its usual
green.
thickly covered is every
limb of every tree.
you can no longer
see the water,
the blue sleeve of stream.
come winter though.
it will all be clear
again. the branches
grey and bare,
their truth be known.
everything will be known
and seen.
death gives you that.
2 comments:
very nice poem!
Good evening from Greece
thank you! i appreciate you reading....
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