Love Poem: The Last Acorn
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Written by: John Lawless

The Last Acorn

The Last Acorn long shadow of tall oak chilled the garden faint sunshine, through bare branches, offered pardon to those who lingered late to watch life harden. frost stung roses, reddened cheeks slow faded, lost color of a garden slow upbraided in waning warmth of summer love grown jaded. sad vestige of a seasons slow demise an acorn falls beneath the graying skies oak tree now bare, a hungry squirrel cries. 9/7/2017 submitted to Bittersweet – Poetry Contest