Golden leaves,
Shimmering in the soft breeze,
Strong branches
Reaching the high heavens in the sky,
A glorious home for
Creatures of the ground,
Creatures of the sky,
And our wandering imaginations,
Never satisfied with the
Small cages of our minds,
And the leaves fall,
Ideas disappearing,
Memories fading,
Now the home of the bitter cold,
Frozen tear drops from the skies
Settling on branches
Oh so bare,
A big white blanket
Here to cover the thin skeleton,
Until the melt of Spring,
The heavy blanket being lifted away,
And the long lost skin
Returns in shades,
No longer red and orange,
But green,
The beauty of the
Blooming blossoms,
And the year has passed,
Another ring added,
To the sturdy trunk
Of the Tall and Mighty Tree.
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Burnt Memories
PoésieA collection of poems written by myself. If some seem to be less descriptive or meaningful than others, it may be one I had written back in 2012. I might even pull out some from 2008, when I was seven and eight years old. So yes, that means I am...
