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Splinter, I Remember
As the trees wear short sleeves
of nature's best, as a forest grows
carrying me across the meadows
with a splinter, I can remember
just in time the waves of Autumn
interpreting the landscape
and charming the acorns
sketching a sky of a falling leaf
watching Harlequins dance
in arabesque with butterflies
As the trees wear short sleeves
of nature's best, as a forest grows
carrying me across the meadows
with a splinter, I can remember
just in time the waves of Autumn
interpreting the landscape
and charming the acorns
sketching a sky of a falling leaf
watching Harlequins dance
in arabesque with butterflies
As the trees wear short sleeves
Published 7th Mar 2023
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7th Mar 2023 6:31am
Dear A,
I really enjoyed the perspective of this poem and will forever look at trees in a different manner. Literally envisioning trees in short sleeves is an image that
Sticks around. Cool write. H🌷
I really enjoyed the perspective of this poem and will forever look at trees in a different manner. Literally envisioning trees in short sleeves is an image that
Sticks around. Cool write. H🌷
7th Mar 2023 1:10pm
