The last poem of today was developed from a poem posted here on 9th October.
Copper Beech Etched in the Garden
A handsome beech
Stole under the hedgerow
Etched itself furtively
Into a space
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Grew slender limbs
And hardy roots
Raised itself and threw
A delicate lace
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Of burnished leaves
Up to the blue
A copper beech
In the garden’s embrace
© Kim M. Russell, 2015
writing in north norfolk 
The burnished leaves are adding to the beauty of the tree.
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Thank you Somali 🙂
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Your description evokes many beautiful images. Just the words, “Copper Beech” sound stately.
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I’m glad you like it, Clare.
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❤️😊
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