A secluded tree
hangs his heavy bones
above the snow
An old man with fatigue
trudging through a season
colored white and grey
But there is solace
in the monotonous
white of winter
For he knows that
his roots are still
buried in the warm core
of Earth's silent spring
And there is where
his hope lies -
entangled in the embroidery
of sleeping flowers
who will once again
be beckoned by the sun
to circle round
the skeleton tree
and thaw away
his misery
6 comments:
Postive and uplifting. Love the words in the first stanza. Very nice work!
Wow! What imagery, this was a great read, and I keep on reading it! My favorite stanza:
And there is where
his hope lies -
entangled in the embroidery
of sleeping flowers
I love it, thanks so much for sharing with us!
Cassandra, this is a beautiful poem and a nice tribute to a secluded tree. Welcome to Poefusion. I hope I'll see you again soon. Have a nice day.
you painted a lovely but real view of the changes we go have to go through, like the changing seasons
"...And there is where his hope lies - entangled in the embroidery
of sleeping flowers.." beautiful and mystical
Oustanding, the solitary life,
and the painful memories of an
old man, expertley captured.
Love, the embroidery of sleeping
flowers.
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