Winter Willows | A Poem

winter willows

Snow falls

Feather soft

For the robin, no perch here.

*

Across the field

mournful cattle low.

Too cold, the dark end of the year.

*

Soft hues of Eire

earth-brown, grass-green, sky-blue,

overcome by stark monochrome.

*

Diamonds sparkle

but the sun’s rays fail

to pull the beast from my home.

*

Silent falls the snow,

No choice but to endure.

Yet the trees hold up strong branches for more.

36 Comments on “Winter Willows | A Poem

    • Thank you ร‰ilis! I was inspired by the bare branches of all the trees holding up snow and wondering how much more they could take before they snapped!

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