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A Lovely Wither

As my last leaves bid farewell and crumble under winter's foot, or await the soggy slosh of spring ~ I shiver, and raise my naked limbs up toward where young boys climbed toward Heaven... So long ago, that now, they wither too. The sweet sap of my youth no longer runs, The osmosis of my roots, no longer suckles Mother Earth. An arborist's blades, like the Reaper's scythe will sever life's ties, but, weep not at my ends for now I climb to Heaven's breast and a sapling grows from whence I came...

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Date: 1/21/2025 8:28:00 AM
The "s" alliteration throughout your fine poem is so well woven into its meaning. There is a withering away which requires our acceptance and understanding. A sapling does indeed grow from ash. A most enjoyable read. Best wishes.
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Craig Cornish
Date: 1/21/2025 8:45:00 AM
Honored Brian - thanks so much!
Date: 1/18/2025 4:41:00 AM
Wow that's gorgeous. Full of truth and hope. Xo
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Craig Cornish
Date: 1/21/2025 8:44:00 AM
Thank you Dear Crystal!
Date: 1/16/2025 10:36:00 PM
Dear craigsz, this makes me so sad the ending especially, as this poem depicts time and age and stage of life and how one is ready to reach the heaven's embrace where they could reunite with so many long gone. And your use of words for this poem and how youve uses metaphors etc gives an evocative touch as always which i find in your poems, so heartfelt and soul stirring! Pleasure reading this gem. Sending you light always
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Craig Cornish
Date: 1/21/2025 8:44:00 AM
Inky thank you for your always thoughtful comment!
Date: 1/16/2025 1:02:00 PM
Wonderful poem. I can so relate to it these days.
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Craig Cornish
Date: 1/21/2025 8:43:00 AM
Thanks so much AD.
Date: 1/15/2025 8:19:00 PM
A metaphor perhaps...or just a tree poem. Very nice. :o))
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Arlo Parker
Date: 1/16/2025 10:25:00 PM
Indeed. Cerebral ownership passes along.
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Craig Cornish
Date: 1/16/2025 5:03:00 AM
Thanks Arlo, perhaps both or more - after a poem is written it becomes, as Bob Ross might say, yours to interpret!

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