Too often in this gaping land
I’ve wandered helpless, like some man
Whose art was squandered in the drought,
Bereft within, burnt dry without
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You paint quite a picture with all of your feelings and excellent choice of words. Our lives have their seasons.
Excellent poem but sad, I think you are using your poetic imagination because with talent like yours I have no doubt you can see beauty in a naked tree.10 +