The pear tree,
split by lightning, leans
against the cedar fence.
And as cake ice melts
from its limbs, in the last throes
of a winter soon gone,
Its fingers, thin
above my open hand,
place the full green promise
of Autumn in my palm.
Image: Plush Design Studio on Unsplash
Your work is admirable π
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Keep writing π
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You too. You are not alone. D
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Thank you π
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Amazing as always!
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Thank you. You are very kind.
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Most welcome!
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