THE MIGHTY OAK...
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Oct 25, 2018
"I sit here watching leaves, that have turned from a golden glow, to brown, etching lines upon my face revealing a sadness in a frown. A once so vibrant life, now appears to slowly ebb away, nature seems so very cruel, on this bitterly cold October day. Just like confetti in the swirling wind, they tumble from the majestic ageing Oak, gradually, teasingly disrobing, its now worn out tattered cloak. Preparing itself for another winter, to face the bitter cold it will bring, the Mighty Oak again is ready, to survive until the spring. Then once more, life will slowly emerge from this magnificent dormant tree, again the Mighty Oak will display its grandeur....that's what I love to see."
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R.T. Aquinas commented on Oct 27, 2018 at 2:13pm
Beautiful Frank.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Oct 28, 2018 at 9:53am
Thanks Rhys......very old Oak trees are beautiful.....
Michael Zayas
commented on Oct 28, 2018 at 11:01pm
Love the imagery put forth
Frank Hornby .
commented on Nov 05, 2018 at 7:50am
Thanks Michael...glad you like it..autumn for me is an emotional time of the year when flora shuts down....and waits.....
Misti D Lovelace
commented on Nov 08, 2018 at 12:31am
Very beautiful and unique poem i really appreciate your style and the beauty you expressed.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Jan 03, 2019 at 8:13pm
Misti...thanks for your lovely comment...
