Forest Of Brothers Poem by Amala Comer

Forest Of Brothers



As Autumn leaves
fall from trees
their mantle of colour
in reds and golds

lifeless stems
now in folds.

Dormant branches
in Winters dress
lays naked the wood
until Springs caress.











25th June 2012

Sunday, April 14, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,branches,colour,june
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