 Monday the woodpecker perched Drilling the broken bark, Pronouncing the final moment of The weeping cherry tree. I mourn the loss of this beautiful muse Whose beauty filled my soul. Nature mourned its beauty too Embracing its arch with white. Snow falling in remembrance Of when cherry blossoms fell.
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AuthorI joined Writers Bloc, a group of writers from Monmouth County, NJ, whose styles are as diverse as their backgrounds and interests. Here are some of my writings from our meetings. Archives
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