A Lonely Tree in the Winter
Now barren and worn and splintered
A Villanelle
A lonely tree in the winter
Branches leafless and weak
Now barren and worn and splintered
The sun fled the sky forever
The weather turned cold and bleak
A lonely tree in the winter
The fires last summer left cinders
Where others had stood by the creek
Now barren and worn and splintered
Still autumn in memory lingers
Red flowers once fell by …
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