Cinders

A quick poem I wrote on my way into the shop this morning.

 

This tree looks like fire

How can it bear to let go of its beauty 

As its ember like leaves glide to the floor?

 

The trunk stands up tall

Its dull brown branches reaching into the sky

As soon they will be emblazened no more

 

The frost approaches

And soon the branches will glitter and sparkle

Different beauty but the tree knows the score

 

Then into the spring

The new leaves are not as bold as the old

But will grow strong as they follow nature’s law

 

Back into Autumn

And green transforms into flame like colours

The embers are grown back, soon to be no more

 

The circle of life,

Each generation as brave as the last

But the tree remains as the trusted old core

 

 

 

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