Bare Trees

Branches, leaves and apples

Strange exotic fruit

Trunks, bark

Sticky sap

And don’t forget the root


In the great recycle bin

Of metaphoric reference

There’s no doubt

The tree is king

Every poet’s preference


Put to the task of fresh idea

 My mind’s adrift at sea

A cankered branch

A fungal blight

A dry and lifeless tree


Keyword: Tree


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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3 Responses to Bare Trees

  1. Hmmm. Phil, you don’t seem to be in need of any fresh ideas. You write on a variety of topics with aplomb! Hope you’re having a great day 😊

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