The Coldness of Winter

naked black trees

so cold and dead

producing no fruit

scratch a bitter gray sky

reflecting the emptiness

I feel inside

no sanctity found in these trees

offering only frozen darkness

except for the lone cardinal

resting his wings

high on a single branch

barely a spot of scarlet

in this dreary landscape

there but for a moment

before taking flight

and hope from me

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billybuc 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

I appreciate stark poetry like this; so much said in so few words. Well done!


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lcbenefield 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, Billybuc. I appreciate you reading my work and your kind comment.


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Hendrika 2 years ago from Pretoria, South Africa

Well said, I think almost everyone feel winter emptiness


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lcbenefield 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, Hendrika, for reading and commenting. I think you are right.


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Dana Tate 2 years ago from LOS ANGELES

Beautifully said. I loved it.


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lcbenefield 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, Dana. I am glad you enjoyed this.


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teaches12345 2 years ago

There is something about the lovely red cardinal against a winter sky that makes your heart sing. Your poem says this so beautifully.


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lcbenefield 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, Teaches. When the winter seems to stretch on and on, we grasp for any hope we can find that it will soon end, even if it's a lone bird.

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