Bare Trees Poem for Winter Solstice

0

Sun in the Woods

One last homage to Winter before the Spring Equinox (Ostara) this Sunday, March 20th.

Bare Trees
a poem for the Winter Solstice
by Lisa Lindsey

  • Through bare trees
    I can see all the rickety lean-tos
    and sheds, and the outhouse
    with the crescent moon on the door,
    once modestly covered in
    summer’s greenery.

    Through bare trees
    I can watch the hawk
    perched on a distant branch,
    black silhouetted wings
    shaking feathers and snow,
    and so can its prey.

    Through bare trees
    I can be winter’s innocence,
    unashamed needfulness,
    the thin and reaching limbs
    of a beggar, longing to touch
    but the hem of the sun.

    © 2010 Lisa Lindsey

    Related Posts

    Leave a Reply

    Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

    This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

    © All Right Reserved
    Proudly powered by WordPress | Theme: Shree Clean by Canyon Themes.