Bare Trees Poem for Winter Solstice
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
