BUSH TREES

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A is tree outside my window. Just trying to describe it creatively.

Submitted: January 16, 2019

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BUSH TREES

Curling, twirling and entwining.

Six stems of wood. Bark green.

Draped in fountain strands of ivy.

Pointing skyward, reaching tall.

With hair like struts.

Fraying out and up,

In melancholy style.

 

All this outside the window. 

On a white lawn of winter.

Bare and balding.

Yet alive with green tints.

No leaves remain on this bush.

 

To say tree in the truth.

But life has taken lease.

This plant is the living truth.

Standing alone in defiance,

Against the way of nature.

 


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