General Writing

  1. tree

    I am that tree in your park. I stand naked...disgraced, when winter is. I am ignored by all, even those, who toss the snow. I'm stiff from cold, since autumn's leave. Sun is my only blanket. Night to night, my cracked gray arms lifted, beg to heaven for relief. Snow and ice, cling to break me. I wither with barkless fingers. My slender frame, ravaged by deer. But I still stand. I am strong. Squirrels find refuge in my womb, sparrows lite on my wooden arms, and sing in...
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