Pandemic in the Canopy #smallpoems #poetry #clmooc #writingcommunity
Giants of old
hang tired,
towering over
a history past
by. Branches bend
and crumble
under weight of
knowing no spring
will come
now dwellings of decay
a future robbed
hordes of gypsies
descended a
pandemic in the
canopy
killing so many
now empty
Mausoleums
of mourning
