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Skeletons Of Summer
(25th March 1943 / )

Skeletons Of Summer

Branches naked against skies of blue,
Skeletons all, with summer gone,
Stark and rigid, in morbid hue,
Oh, so sad now, to look upon.

Festive trees no longer seen,
Nothing softening to the eye,
Only memories of what has been,
Now the leaves have said 'goodbye'.

But once the spring comes into view,
These skeletons will live and thrive,
Those spreading arms will be clothed anew,
And once again become alive.

New buds will sprout from boughs so bare,
And will in time, exposed limbs, disguise,
Then a glorious show, nothing will compare,
With this vision of green, against clear blue skies.

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (8)

Vivid images! I really like this!
Love the imagery. Great write!
Enchanting Nature poetry. Susiexxx.
I can see clearly now and yes i can feel a song coming on, Great work on this one Love duncan
Oh, but there is a certain beauty to barren limbs! ! ! =) dan
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