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The palette frost

The canvas trees

By Marie McGrathPublished about a year ago 1 min read

The trees have disappeared it seems

They shudder in their shrouds

But while they rest I love to see

What’s left here by the clouds.

Pristine paintings silver spun

Where branches once held sway

How intricate these trinkets all

That frame this winter’s day.

The trees, I know they will return

When spring’s upon the land

But in their absence here they’ve left

Rogue art by Nature’s hand.

nature poetry

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Marie McGrath

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  • Susan Payton11 months ago

    I wasn't around for this challenge so I was going around reading some poems. The right amount of rhyme and description of what winter paints a picture of. Pristine painting silver spun - I love that. Nicely done!!!

  • T. Licht12 months ago

    Rogue art by Nature’s hand- love this last line. A great ending to a great, beautiful poem!!

  • Marie McGrath (Author)about a year ago

    I can't thank you all enough for taking the time to comment so generously.

  • This was so wonderful. Loved your poem!

  • Joe Pattersonabout a year ago

    Beautifully written.

  • Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago

    Beautiful and joyous

  • Marie McGrath (Author)about a year ago

    You're very kind. Thank you so much.

  • L.I.Eabout a year ago

    Beautiful 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾♥︎♥︎♥︎

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