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One Windy Morn

One Windy Morn

 
This windy morn
has left its debris on my path
the once elegant cypress
that's stood for years, now dead and gone
a path once filled
by the orchestra of birds
hiding in its foliage
I shall overpass its
fresh weeping skeleton 
whilst reflecting on 
oh how its shade has protected me from the hot sun  
and from the unpredictable powers of
Mother Nature's wrath 
I can tell you, we've had many
after all, we still have
four seasons here 
soon it will be time
to pot my strawberry seeds
but they'll never be a patch on that
magnificent cypress.

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Jac Fables

A Lovely Tuscan morning with a touch of sadness. I hope a new tree will grow soon. Nice Write. 🌲

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Shirley Harrison

Almost anything can grow if we allow it, thank you so much dear B.S 🌹

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

Never say Never?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

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Marion

For me this is a write of sadness of things gone but hope for things to come. Some lovely lines Shirley... hugs x

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Shirley Harrison

Hello dear Marion, we have all lost and we shall all gain. 🌹 The year doesn't look so good for our world. 🌹 

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