how nature turns coat!


As an old eagle,Winter hurt tear
a sparse rattle of splotched twigs
for new leaves so that her girlhood

is renewed and could resurrect
as spring while calendars
every where turn.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2020-01-14 at 06:56

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful imagery!

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, that's wonderful: "a sparse rattle of splotched twigs."