Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Winter's Grip

In winter, when the temps go down
The trees are all undressed.
It seems a bit ironic,
Although Nature knows what’s best.

For if the branches kept their coats
Of leaves to keep them warm,
Perhaps they’d weigh things down
When battered by a winter storm.

We bundle up when it is cold
And we’re in winter’s grip,
But all the trees (except the firs)
Think it’s the time to strip.

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Robert Johnson January 19, 2016 at 11:41 AM So clever ilene. I think I've read another poem that was similar to this. I almost think it might have been one of yours. ?;/

Robert Pettit January 18, 2016 at 9:26 PM Interesting poem that gives the trees a humorous paradox.

Leo Larry Amadore January 17, 2016 at 4:11 PM Very enjoyable Ilene. A fun piece.

Keith Bickerstaffe January 17, 2016 at 1:28 PM Written in your own inimitable style with superb cadence and rhyming. BRAVO Ilene! Best wishes, Keith

Jan Allison January 17, 2016 at 1:23 PM lovely personification Ilene:-) I love all the seasons but do love it when Spring arrives and the world is a little more colourful:-) hugs Jan xx