In Winter's Freeze
From heaven above, white powder falls
as trembling in the icy breeze
shadows loom on my garden walls.
They tremble along with the limbs of trees
quaking naked in winter’s freeze.
I watch those shadows on display
and shiver too – down to my bone
as limbs forlornly in my garden sway
to the sound of wind, a fearful moan.
Wind stops! The frail limbs have thicker grown!
Those shadows once had been so frail
before the wind ceased to blow.
Now they tell a different tale.
for mimicking the trees, they show
that the branches now wear coats of snow!
Feb. 10, 2022 for Emile Pinet's Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
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