Tree (Day 13)

The tree, she is
All dressed up
With nowhere to go
So
She shed her leaves
Before she crawls to bed to sleep,
Not to awake for days on end.
She awakes
With a hangover,
Naked without Nature’s makeup,
Looking like Death herself.
Slowly,
Like a caterpillar
Parting the curtains
To the cocoon of butterflyhood,
The tree bats her bare lashes
In the wind,
Adorns them with her best,
And braves the world
Dressed up once more
For Days on end.

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Love,

Ochwoman

April is National Poetry Month! For the month, I’ll be posting an original poem each day. Today was beautiful weather, with magnolias blooming, buds just forming, and green finally coloring the branches above. Nature is lovely; write about it and I may feature your poem on my blog!

Join the #PoemADay challenge on Twitter!

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