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Winter: Life's Thief

The lonely tree stands there, so tall, so sad.
Its fruit has withered, its roots are dying.
Trunk, once majestic, now elegy clad
Is a fading shell; its leaves are crying.
It lived its life, it grew so full, so strong
Towering, marvelous – thing of wonder
Soft white sheets fall and season’s days lengthen
Chill – mute killer – tears tree’s soul asunder
Spring arrives, life wafts through the breezy air
Sun rays chase winter’s wrath relentlessly
Rays or breeze, the tired tree has no care
Too late they come, too late for lonely me
Forsaken by my leafy splendor – I,
First seed, sapling, tree, then decay, I die.



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SilverDawn said...
Dec. 11, 2009 at 2:38 am:
WOW. another amazing poem! you really are good at poetry! Your choice of words and again, your vivid descriptions.. all match up to make a beautiful piece. Keep writing!
 
FluffeeKittee replied...
Dec. 15, 2009 at 2:23 pm :
Aw thanks, this was actually my first sonnet ever so it's one of my favorites. :)
 
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