In her final moments left
Before the winter claims her crown
A tree will wear her finest dress
As her last rebel sound
She changes not for winter’s jest
She hoists her colors not to bow!
But With the strength of final breath
she makes this her strongest shout!
“Though my leaves are soon to rest!”
“On that cold and bitter ground!”
“I will not go un-addressed!”
“I will not fall softly Down!”
-Connor W.
About the Poet-
Connor is an Indiana-based poet and painter, inspired by a diverse range of subjects. His work often draws from the beauty of nature and the wonders of God’s creation.
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