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The Coldness of Winter

Updated on February 5, 2014

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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      Bill Holland 3 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 3 years ago from Georgia

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

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      Hendrika 3 years ago from Pretoria, South Africa

      Well said, I think almost everyone feel winter emptiness

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      lcbenefield 3 years ago from Georgia

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

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      Dana Tate 3 years ago from LOS ANGELES

      Beautifully said. I loved it.

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      lcbenefield 3 years ago from Georgia

      Thanks, Dana. I am glad you enjoyed this.

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      Dianna Mendez 3 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 3 years ago from Georgia

      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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