Bronze Oak Poem by Janet Mary Zylstra

Bronze Oak

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You never shed your leaves in Autumn;
You leave them hanging there, crisp medals
On vigorous limbs braced
For Yule.

Snapping clicking foliage fingers
Clutch faded greenness;
Memories of summer dead and gone
To dust.

You never shed your leaves like tears
Or thrust your stark grief at the sky;
Wear the moon upon your sleeve.
Defy.

Friday, October 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 28 October 2016

never shed leaves, good one

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