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Last Tree of Fall

September 10th, 2012 | Posted by bbleen in Uncategorized

At a fork in the road you catch my eye,

a straggler, magnificent in saffron.

All the trees around you fail to compare.

Already, they have been stripped bare,

their knotty limbs like skeleton fingers

grasping at the air.

I cannot help but stare, for you are

wondrous in your simplicity, the sinking

sun casts you in crimson rays and you

shimmer, aflame.

A late bloomer, you have come of age.

Once a mere tree, you are transformed,

divine.

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  • Joan M. says:

    Betty,
    You have such a beautiful way with words. “The Last Tree” is striking in it’s simplicity.
    It makes me want to run outside immediately and breathe in all the wonders that await me
    before they disappear. Thank you for always being a source to go to when I want to fill
    my spirit..
    Joan