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winter peeks
by Charlie Morganspring blossoms in fall;
the lonely shrub gives
the ground fodder.
as green splits the air
and juniper grins; now
is his time to shine.
go sycamores, leave oak,
leaves of willows, depart.
glory is in vein-hardiness.
go the way of all woods,
lesser in fortitude,
weaker in strength.
the soloist is an oboe;
bellowing the last of fall,
harping the arrival of winter. 09/08/2009 Posted on 09/09/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 09/09/09 at 12:13 AM another good one |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 09/09/09 at 12:43 AM Oh no, I not ready for winter yet. I just started to enjoy late summer. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/09/09 at 01:36 PM I look forward to colder days where one can wear clothes and still feel comfortable. Good write Charlie. |
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