A spell was cast upon these trees,
that by the final autumn breeze,
no branch will ever again hold leaves…
Sticks stripped so bare, as they appease;
Shall bark exposed, feel no pain?
Will trees awaken and shoot again?
Will golden leaves die not in vain,
or fertilise with next winter’s rain?
So awesome is red carpet royal,
crimson veil smothers sodden soil.
Hope fights on, a spell embroiled,
one loyal leaf, a curse left foiled.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.