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The Autumn Oak

Poetry By: Nixie

Here I am “finally” with something new to share with you all. I’ve had trouble sleeping lately and was up writing at 3am this morning, the up side is I tend to write my best stuff when I’m tired. This one simply comes down to my love of Autumn!

Submitted:Dec 1, 2008    Reads: 1,216    Comments: 56    Likes: 28   

Black against the light of day
And basking in the act of autumn,
The Oak now stripped of her troubles
Is left with her arms in all directions.
She is seemingly taller,
With her feet firmly in the earth
But trembles at my touch
As she awaits the chill of winter.
Do not be afraid, she stirs
Her limbs swaying in the gentle wind,
We must open our hearts to change
And trust that the sun will warm us.


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