You left me.
Fluttering to the ground
Piled up around me
Shrouding my roots
Free from my twigs
You colour the land
Leaves leave
Only a few left
To detach eventually
In winter storms.
Leaves
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New paintings and regular art updates.
You left me.
Fluttering to the ground
Piled up around me
Shrouding my roots
Free from my twigs
You colour the land
Leaves leave
Only a few left
To detach eventually
In winter storms.
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Mallaband-Brown
Nice poem. Sounds like Autumn, winter on the way. 🍂
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Thanks, I kee working on this theme but it struck me that I’ve never read one from a trees perspective!
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