Winter

Bare trees standing stark

Against the sky lifting

Thin, imploring arms

To the cold gray clouds

Reviews

[David Scott]

I'm not sure why, but winter poetry seems to paint my deepest feelings on the page. You do so here as well. Winter is not death, but a strength of will hidden from view. Winter is where Sringtime is fueled.
Lovely image.

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So glad you liked it, dear poet :) Thank you

[emmajoy]

Your four lines, wise and heart-filled that they are, luv.. have a beautiful core and fragile complexity, dear lynn. There's meaning in everything...

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(((((YOU))))) Thank you, my precious friend :)

[Ed Hart]

the life is there, waiting, re-emerging, the long sleep, and now...

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Yes...the life is there...kiss your cheek

[jacob erin-cilberto]

imploring winter to leave and spring to come...

beautiful short piece, lynn...

you are saying so much with so few words...

and the personification is so strong.

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Jacob, thank you very much for ALL your kindness and for leaving your footprints on my pages...truly!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your poem and your response to my comment spawned a poem...will post eventually...thank you for both...

j.

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(((U))) and thanks for the smile