naked winter tree
peering over verdant pond
rehearses for spring
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winter
Seen from Winter
And so the dread of summer
with its sand and salted bodies
scintillating in the sun
radiant in the bright night lights
writhing to tribal rhythms
with unrelenting beats
and doing things we wished we hadn’t
when regretful morning comes
A year in colour
Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly photo challenge. This week’s theme ‘Seasons’
As the year rolls by
nature’s bold palette mellows
to soft autumn hues
Winter of Love
I am brittle and abandoned.
Like gilt leaves shed by the selfish tree.
Discarded.
As you wilfully discarded me.
I am damp and distraught.
Like wind whipping drizzle against cheeks.
Cold
As you were callous and cold to me
I am sombre and grey.
Like the sky’s heavy, battleship clouds.
Threatening
As you so grimly threatened me.
I am winter white.
Like first frost, static and beautiful.
Deadly.
As you were to me.
