A time for lines

Branches reach for the sky
Divided and angry
Naked of their adornments of summer
They plead their case to the clouds.
Moods separate blue and grey
War of the fronts
Moving in with force
And the tree stands tall
Still reaching for the air
Asking for mercy.
The storm will come swiftly
Rain, hail and snow
Blowing in sideways
Twigs will be broken
Torn away
Left on the ground to lay in wait
For springs arrival
Of raking and cleaning
The future blooms will peer out sweetly
Leaving the devastation
Far behind in the memory.


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I am a sometimes poet on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

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