The Spanish moss dangled...
Drooping...
Swaying and entangling as the wind gently blows throughout the grove...
Eking sustenance as it leeches life out of its host...
Slowly draining life for its own stagnated existence...
Soundlessly advancing and overtaking all unsuspecting rooted life in its path...
Appearing to be just another beautiful addition to the grove...
Deadly...
Silently...
Ruthlessly...
Transforming this once strong lush grove of beauty into a wasteland...
Swaying and entangling ever so gently in the breeze...
entanglement©
EdwinBrown9®™
9/7/16
ESTÁS LEYENDO
September 2016 poems thoughts life stories
PoesíaWell as one favorite Johnny Taylor lyrics goes... It's September... This year is quickly drawing to a close... As always, I am compelled to thank each and every one of you for supporting my works with your reads, votes, comments and compliments... W...
