Sunday, April 8, 2012

NaPoWriMo Day 8

Today's poem actually was written using the prompt on Enjoy.

Spring Death

The sounds of spring are absent.
Silence lays stagnant in the air.
There are trees budding
but still some stand tall
and dead.
Showing nothing but bare branches,
they waver in the wind.
The sunshine cuts
through their limbs and blinds.

Distant chirping breaks the silence.
And is quickly choked giving life
back to the quiet.

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