breathless for as long as it took to shake its fist,
to rattle the trees into submission and tear leaf
from branch, to blow away the cobwebs of growth
till it had harvested the canopy to death
© BH, 2024
This was an exercise with our local writers group. Seemed to go well, I thought. Now it’s your turn!
Four verses, four illustrations. But it’s all one poem.
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