a stately tree forsook
the youthful whimsies that shook
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
11 thoughts on “Two Old-Timers”
Oh how lovely, I know people like that, such a beautiful picture created, thank you.
Glad it resonated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Absolutely gorgeous! This is definitely a favorite of mine.
Thank you! I’m ridiculously proud of this one and I’m glad it’s a favorite of yours. =)
You should be proud! It’s beautiful!
I love this poem and the images it brings out as I read it. Thank you.
You have terrific word placement.