North Poem by Julian Broadway

North



Oaken bearer; leaves decay.
Orange and crimson painted
though wanted, May.

Northern power,
nature like this resides.
Beautiful in the way it dies.
Unlike western forest framed
perpetual depravity.

Unalike to be reminded.
How homeward sand
and sweltered land
bequest by those
like-minded.

-j.broadway

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