oak branches naked
gracefully stretching their limbs
unfettered by leaves
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (4)
This one could be a winner. I sure hope it is.
I feel like Lana love that you made sure oaks still had elegance in their naked rest
That's poetic. Naked trees make me depressed, but this is a good way to turn it around. They need rest, too.
leaves are like children, trees taking a well deserved break.