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A Naughty Wind

the tree shuddered 
like it had been mugged
a naughty wind 
whispered in its ear...
from its branches
hung icicles
of defeat

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John Watt

February 25, 2020 at 4:46 PM

Aren't trees great for poetry, Gershon? They experience the seasonal shifts just like we do. Cheers, my poetic friend ~ John

Gershon Wolf

February 25, 2020 at 10:24 PM

For sure, trees are a great subject. Joyce Kilmer thought so; she did alright! Smiles, Gershon

Line Gauthier

February 25, 2020 at 4:47 AM

Poignant imagery, Gershon.

Kim Rodrigues

February 24, 2020 at 9:05 PM

Bad boy wind scaring the once Spring tree. Brr..

Gershon Wolf

February 25, 2020 at 2:24 AM

Once a Spring tree -- turned white before its time. Oh, well: 6 - 12 inches of snow on its way here. Merry Xmas! :)

Lindsay Laurie

February 24, 2020 at 9:04 PM

G'day Gershon … I can only imagine that the wind is icy cold. Brrrr! - thank you Gershon - Lindsay

Gershon Wolf

February 25, 2020 at 2:22 AM

Apparently your winds are weak, wimpy, wan, warm breezes. Toughen up, Koala! LOL. ~ gw

Sandra Adams

February 24, 2020 at 8:28 PM

are you telling me the wind is moaning in pleasure now? displeasing if it keep you up all night...perhaps those branches need to learn to slap that wind for being naughty...lol... just kidding... your imagination never falls short... enjoyed this... :) hugs

Gershon Wolf

February 25, 2020 at 2:20 AM

Good idea there --- slap-happy branches: Call 'em Curly, Moe and Larry. ~ Acme Triple A