pspoetry Day 15 the tree

The Tree-arlene s bice

In my walk in the wood

It calls to me

The tree

Tilted, inelegant

Its wounds showing

Survived, yet again

A beauty of its own,

Waking from winter’s rest

Buds bursting

Leaves filling out

In dark greens and light

Dressing its bones

With a spring outfit

Birds nesting

Offering a symphony

A hug is appropriate.

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