the tree holds tight its withered
leaves loathe to face frost’s
bitter bite unclothed
unbecoming rags belie
her grace hold no warmth
deny the natural
order of nurture for spring
usurped by a shroud
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08 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
the tree holds tight its withered
leaves loathe to face frost’s
bitter bite unclothed
unbecoming rags belie
her grace hold no warmth
deny the natural
order of nurture for spring
usurped by a shroud
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