Holly Moore Poet Personification

Life of a Tree

I am naked now, my limbs are bare
A chill blows through me during the night air

No one notices me, children do not climb
I stand still hoping not to lose a branch of mine

No green, no orange, no red I am just grey
This season I do not like because of being this way

Soon the sun will begin to show
My little buds of color start to glow

Encircled by luscious green grass I will be
Seasons are my life, this next one I like.

©Holly P. Moore
    January 2013

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Andrea Dietrich February 13, 2013 at 11:35 PM I really like this one!!! It would do well if someone ever had a tree contest I think. Glad to find this one tonight.

Sukmawati Komala January 6, 2013 at 3:59 AM very beautifully written poem.. enjoyed it so much dear Holly...wishing you have a blessed weekend :) <3<3<3

David Williams January 3, 2013 at 7:32 AM Holly a poem a hope..David

Kathryn Collins January 2, 2013 at 2:25 PM hope in a tree.

Eileen Manassian January 2, 2013 at 1:34 AM Lovely, Holly. Yes...spring brings hope of renewal and new life! Love this use of personification! "I think that I shall never see..a poem lovely as a tree"...fits this work of yours so well. There is beauty in your words! Hugs!