Battlefield
Frozen December morning,
No birds chirp or squirrels that run.
Nothing for dogs to bark at.
All last night of freezing rain.
Now every tree branch,
Every limb, blade of grass,
All shrubs and twigs,
Locked in a straight jacket of ice.
I never been in war,
But high fir and brittle alder branches
Snap loud and
Bang the ground like bombs must do.
I hope my ice-bound soul
Melts before I snap.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
