Ballet of the Branches

Fall trees finally shed all of their leaves,
Vastly displaying their unabashed nakedness;
What was once a settling rustling, now marks a strange silence.
Branches move to and fro as if they were marionettes;
The winds blow and cause them to dance,
Like a ballerina adorned with a diamond tiara, in beautiful snowfall,
Under a midwinter’s trance.

10 thoughts on “Ballet of the Branches

      1. Anytime 😊
        I would be greatly honoured and grateful beyond measures if you could take out some of your time to check out my poetries. If you don’t want to, I totally understand. Thanks! ♥️

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