''The Branches Bare''
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The wind is cold and the flowers dying,
the leaves
are drifting and the
rain is falling and thunder is booming
and rivers
are rumbling on.
Grass is fading and birds are flying,
far away
the forest has a
sad somber hue and storms are
sweeping over
and yet and yet.
There is a glittering beauty and delight,
with brittle
colorful leaves and
crisp morning walks in the splendor
of burnt orange
falling scenes.
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Re-write from August 27, 2012
The Branches Bare
Poetry/Verse/"The Branches Bare"
Copyright Protected, ID 12-828-844-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Late May Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Submitted to the contest, 101 in a Row, 14
sponsor, PD, Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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