Concrete Images; Vermont Winter.

Trees, stand tall and bare I wonder if they are cold, I am I shiver as I write Trucks and buses Travel by loudly Snow flying off Cars Parked crooked, dented hood Wind barely blowing But it's still cold It freezes the little bit of faith I had Puddles stream from one end of the parking lot Drop a rock in the puddle Watch the rings form bigger Smell of cafeteria and fresh rain Clouds cover the dark and gloomy sky Leaves None No leaves, No heart I feel bare, and forgotten Birds fly over head Screeching loudly I wish I could fly I wish I was free Windows tinted dark Reflecting the gloomy light Snow piles half melted Hidden under trees and bushes Flag flapping in the wnd Empty, no people But us few searching for a story to tell I have one Few people linger past Ground is rough Grass short and yellow Squishy I step and leave my mark Few houses sit near with no noise or movement Make me feel empty With no feelings Old picnic table sits alone In the shade of an old bare tree Blue paint peeled off Showing its real old brown color Peoples names, dates, and little sayings Carved into the remaining blue paint Empty tennis court one single ball rolls across the ground Look around, feel the breeze, smell the rain Catch the essence of this place.