Open Poetry #48 |
The tree and the winter |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
They use to say that December was the quietest month for when the snow fell, even the ground could not hear it coming They never had a quiet winter never did a snowfall fall on deaf ears rather, it was a small lip of the wind that carried through the front door A little sliver of their narrow street let winter slowly back in even as their front porch rested with ease even when the branches tore at each others limbs their leaves never left their side Never left a tree to side with a winter bride four seasons are our teachers reminders of the cycle The tree of life that turns the clarity of light into a group of people who see a reason to pride the streets with shoulder less sleeves For the tree of life is the branch that touches each light each arm that folds holds another stone and even when the night has brought light she is the tree that holds the naked vessel [This message has been edited by Tomer (01-06-2013 04:36 PM).] |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Very beautiful, Tomer. There are parts that I am not up to puzzling out right now, though there is a similar winter in my South African summer heart tonight, but the poem is very beautiful, nonetheless. I plan to come back to it to read, some time down the line when I have more "oomph" to do so. Owl |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Owl. Happy you enjoyed it...Hope the summer is treating you well over there. Cheers Tomer |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Gorgeous capture. I enjoy your style. A |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, A. Happy you enjoyed...hope you're doing well. Cheers Tomer |
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