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The Tree, Bare In Mid-Summer

the tree, bare
in mid-summer
branches withered
bark peeling
a condemned sigh
rustled through
her brittle leaves
I had to look away

sadtreeimagism

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Timothy Mcguire

July 6, 2020 at 6:17 PM

I knw the feeling, Ive lost a few trees and I think of what could have been!

Gershon Wolf

July 6, 2020 at 6:45 PM

Lose one tree, plant two! Smiles, Gershon

Michelle Faulkner

July 6, 2020 at 3:36 PM

Oh, the stark melancholy of this is so sad, the doldrums of summer, if you will-

Gershon Wolf

July 6, 2020 at 6:45 PM

Yes, they are, indeed, doldrums, as you put it. :) gw

Darlene De Beaulieu

July 6, 2020 at 3:05 PM

Hello Gershown Wolf, i happen to think that the tree is dying. Enjoy y9our day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu

July 7, 2020 at 1:34 PM

Hello Gershon Wolf, I have often wondered how long a dead tree stays standing in the forest. Then how long it takes to grow back. Have a nice day my friend.

Gershon Wolf

July 6, 2020 at 6:42 PM

You're right, Darlene. The poor tree is going, going, gone... Thanks, Gershon