A Seasonal TreeA Poem by MartinaA tree standing.A green tree just stands there. It's summer, but all it does is stand. A breeze blows by and the leaves rustle; they quiver. But then it just stands there, stands tall. Summer rolls by and autumn appears. A red tree just stands there. Glossy leaves the colour of wine sway on a black frame. A breeze blows by and its blood spills to the earth, But then it just stands there, quite bare. Autumn drifts by and winter arrives. A leafless tree just stands there. Opaque icicles hang from the branches like jewel fangs. A breeze whistles by and glass fangs sink into the ground, But then it just stands there, quite sad. Winter dwindles by and spring flourishes again.
There is no tree standing. © 2015 MartinaAuthor's Note
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