Mistress Oak

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Fantasy

When the fall season rattles,
the forest where I dwell,
my long branches do tremble,
from the cold winds of hell.

Planted deep down in my heart
there is a seed rooted deep,
where my beauty now hides out
until spring while I sleep.

I know of life's four seasons
I don't know when it ends
whether my weathering branches
will ever bare leaves again.

But I do know the heartache
that comes in autumn each year,
the last vestige of my leaves
when I lie dormant and bare

Then I must wait ever so patiently,
to birth forth leaves in bloom,
and claim Spring's restored beauty
born from Mother Earth's  womb

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RobinRebirth's picture

Wow I love it

That was so spiritual with an awakening touch I love how each of your words connects so well.

Thanks so much for liking mine I added an erotic one on here if you have the time.

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Cascade's picture

I love trees and I love the

I love trees and I love the poetic voice you have given them

Sassylass's picture

Smiles

I adore forest, beaches, ...I fish mostly to just sit in it.   Thanks for your kind review!


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

Starward's picture

Lovely.  Your empathy with

Lovely.  Your empathy with nature is an aspect to be envied.


Starward

 

Sassylass's picture

Consider:

Ever ponder that idea? I spend time in nature. And I think about it a lot.

Thanks for your time to read and comment!

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Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

Ground's picture

Nice

This is beautiful. Wonderful nature write. 


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Sassylass's picture

Thanks

Thanks for your kind review!


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

Sassylass's picture

Thanks for your kind review!

Thanks for your kind review!


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words