Sarah Ann Jullion Poet Free verse

Ground of Zero

The night rain had shorn
my neighboring trees
   standing so stalwart 
in their convivial circle four.

The wistful dawning
be shining   on skeletal shapes
Hung with but   scarce few 
   yellowed-brown-sienna leaves 
to drape their skinny heights.    

For the force   of Wind and Fall 
   had stripped 
their grace of arms
   quite bare.

Yet 
within those skeletal   swaying branches, 
   untouched 
   by rain or snow or wind,
Flows their elixir pure
   but awaiting   the hand of Spring 
   to fashion    dress
   with fresh new-green attire
my neighboring family four.

Would such certainty
   had I  
Seeing fallen
   upon my treeless    
   ground of zero
pieces that once  were me.

Only a ‘perhaps’ have I
   that I and me 
   again might   see
the comfort   of a greening Spring,

Might feel   anew
   warmth eternal, 
that   in a winter moment 
   does seem
so spectral faint
to be.

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