a proud old oak tree
bent by time and clinging vines
supported rough bark
dressed with sweet roses
it remembered summers warmth
shimmering in light
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by Melanie Bishop
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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7 comments:
You very cleverly depicted the usual old oak tree look. A semblance of a physical toughness and of being around for some while. Nice haiku Melanie!
Hank
Beautifully poetic, warmth truly felt.
Made me think of England, the old oak tree and the rose.)
Thank you both for reading my poem. I am a bit rusty.
Melanie
I like the image of the proud oak tree, shimmering in light ~ Lovely set ~
Amazingly crafted!!!
You have described something sacred.
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