Naked Trees and Winter Cold
what freaks of nature
they may seem to be—
tall trees—aerial
bark skeletons
of well season wood
well season wood
piercing the skies
casting weird shadows
across the terrain—
their statuesque stillness
poised assurance of the coming
spring resurrection:
if only we too…could stand
in such blessed assurance…
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2017
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