This brave beauty has been buffeted by autumn's steely breath, robbed of its faded cape. Not one thread clung to shield it from winter chill. Twigs snap, strained limbs creak and break, yet victory is gained; the tree remains staunch, tall and erect. Vanquished by harsh wind, leaves crumble and decay into mulch to feed next season's stunning display.
©Jane Paterson Basil
Wow Jane!!!! Just wow xxxx
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Thank you Raili. This is the first piece of art I’ve attempted since trying – but dismally failing to complete – something I was working on for you the Christmas before last. I guess I just got a bit too ambitious that time… xxx
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I love this, how you formed the words, love it all!
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Thank you! xx
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Reblog fed on my site
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Wow! Thank you for reblogging this xxx
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Stunningly superb and succinct
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Thank you Ivor. I worked hard on this one
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I could tell 😊🙄
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Lovely poem
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Thank you Mary xox
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This makes me wish I could be a poet and know it (you prolly hate that line, but, anyway…) – and it also makes me so glad that YOU ARE that poet – and you’re not afraid to show it (again, forgive the corny cliches)!
In other words, Beautiful
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Thank you Carol. The sentiments behind your words are so generous that I readily forgive the cliches 🙂
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So superbly written. Thanks for posting it.
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