Especially the trees
Stripped of their fleshy garments
Shudder in this chill.
Under the winter cold
My bones are reminded they are brittle things
Like the leaves under my feet.
As I wait for green
To awaken under a March sun
I reminisce about sunsets after 8 pm,
Sweating in the dry August air,
And trees dressed in their finest attire
Strutting in the afternoon breeze,
Happy to no longer be naked
In the face of this heartless winter’s gaze.
POEM TO APPEAR IN UPCOMING "GREEN" ANTHOLOGY BY SILVER BIRCH PRESS,
out March 15th. Available on Amazon.com
POEM TO APPEAR IN UPCOMING "GREEN" ANTHOLOGY BY SILVER BIRCH PRESS,
out March 15th. Available on Amazon.com
Congrats again on getting a poem published in an anthology! This one really resonates with me, as I shiver here in the Lehigh Valley this week. It's 21 degrees now and heading down to just 4 tonight.
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