Wet trees

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Tuesday 23rd January 

Wet trees stripped of leaves
Long fingers bare
Stretching across the road
In the damp air

Entangling, skeletal limbs
All intertwined
Rocking and creaking
A dance so designed

Greeting each other
With a woody sigh
In that misty embrace
Where spirits lie

Nature's conversation
A secret song
In the world of the forest
Where stories belong

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

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