Two Old-Timers

a stately tree forsook
the youthful whimsies that shook
it strongly
in the autumn wind

and lived a hundred years
and more, by the shore
of the river where it was planted

until a gale came
that finally made it bend
into an embrace of water:

there they were content to spend
(two wizened, conspiring friends)
the rest of winter

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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