340/365 Shutter release challenge

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Just a single tree standing against the clouded backdrop. Who does it whisper to.

Calling

With the summer clothes cast

I stand with limps out stretched

Against the painted morning sky

Around me a carpet glistens

like stars laying at my feet

Only whispers from my kin reach me now,

Where limps once touched

across the country wide.

When the winds played,

the rattle of our tongue could be heard.

Now alone I stand

limbs still reach but no touch to be had

No kin with in reach,

Oh to be touched in my last day’s

before decay.

24/10/13

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6 thoughts on “340/365 Shutter release challenge

  1. Thank you, the poem was written about a tree I use to see on my way home in the morning’s. It stood alone in winter bare and a hard frost around it. The sound of trees in a wood, in a strong wind sounds like they talk to each other but the lone tree can never return that sound. And the touch of trees are needed if the decay of earth and man is to be avoided.

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