The Haunting Tree by Josh Poole

Fleeting leaves of haunting treesGhosts of August goneFall to despair upon its kneesTo whisper winter’s song. Your soul trampled beneath my shoesYour heart bare of breastFor your last dirge winter blowsAnd at last falls out your nest. Dead to me the bird that’s flownTo finer trees in finer placesIt cracks my mind to have ever…

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