Bare
The cold,bitter air
blowing winds
knocking against the trees
like I on a door
As if asking them to shed their clothes
As I watch
They began releasing their dry, brittle leaves
Fluttering as they fall
waving back and forth
as if to say, see me?
Silently, whispering on their way
covering the earth
until they are bare.
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Submitted on August 30, 2016
Modified on March 30, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 305 |
Words | 59 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 13 |
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