with naked branches
reaching for warmth.
They could almost pull down the clouds,
but they only manage
to shred the fog -
a masquerade of forbidden visage.
Oh, shelter - leaves of green so warm -
protects us now from cold winter’s harm.
Bring back the birds that sing and shrill
to keep life on these branches,
on these hills.
protects us now from cold winter’s harm.
Bring back the birds that sing and shrill
to keep life on these branches,
on these hills.
The naked trees reach out in prayers
up to the open skies
of starlit airs.
In time the answers come to them.
Some will have to snap and end;
others will encounter spring,
When leaves will clothe
the naked trees -
as life comes back again.
up to the open skies
of starlit airs.
In time the answers come to them.
Some will have to snap and end;
others will encounter spring,
When leaves will clothe
the naked trees -
as life comes back again.
Theresa M
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