See the trees with skeletal frame
looking limp and rather frail
when colours fade and leaves begin falling
still they stand quite exposed
naked and without any clothes
dreading the time of snow and frost
when all dignity is lost
Wintertime can be so harsh.
But come springtime
when they again begin to flourish
and nature it begins to nourish
in summer months they’re in full bloom
autumn alas will arrive too soon.
(c) Chris Black.
A poem from my book of poetry and short stories.
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