Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Maple Tree

Silhouttes of a long forgotten summer
Despair ekes, devoid of color
Its solemn boughs flail
lost vigor 'neth a barrage of hail

The repugnant winter breeze
fleecing away, nothing can it appease

The morose being, a once haven
Left desultory by the loathsome winter so brazen
no defatigable melancholy, no desires to elope
Spring's advent springs eternal hope

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