Dead leaf clings through spring gales—
cold grief in sunlight pales.
Daily poem: Essence 12
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Dead leaf clings through spring gales—
cold grief in sunlight pales.
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I love the opening line Jane, it hooks you in straight away. x
Thank you! This form is so short every word counts!
I love the way those last leaves cling.
The oak trees keep their leaves all winter. There must be a symbol there!
Can’t say I’ve noticed that but the copper beech generally does.
I think it depends on the variety of oak. Ours do, and the hornbeams.
Having a work from home snow day over a dusting here in Virginia! My essence poem…
https://katmyrman.com/2018/03/12/essence-12/
It looked pretty grim. If you find icing sugar grim…
Haha! I don’t. But the locals most certainly cleared the grocery store shelves of milk and bread…and eggs, I’m told….and toilet paper! 🙂 apparently snow means a diet of French toast and frequent trips to the loo! 🤣
Well, it would, if that’s your diet.
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This makes me think of sad ghosts.
The pale ghosts of winter. Yes, they probably are sad. Inoffensive certainly.