The half-dressed trees look haggard
like they just went through a fight,
were beaten up then staggered
to huddle here in fright
reluctant to release the leaves
a wooden spirit sorely grieves—
their lanky limbs defiant
they shudder from each blow
refuse to be compliant
despite the coming snow
and wobble, but will not be tamed
as ruddy features grow enflamed.
Are You Reading Me?
Bob,
ReplyDeleteI see the same view from my window too. Trees looking tired and sad with the approach of winter and the loss of all leafy dignity.
Best Regards,
Eileen
I love all poems about trees. This one is tops!
ReplyDeleteLove your description of the trees...we are in drought here..ours have been tortured.
ReplyDeleteDear Bob (Not an Average Poet)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your encouraging comments on my blog. (No, the frist one about the Dance didn't arrive)
I enjoyed your tree poem - would you like to link it to my Sunday Trees Experimental Plantation?
Best wishes, Isabel x
You have described autumn trees beautifully Bob....I have a little something for you over at my blog....it is an award, and you do not have to follow all the rules on it...i know that people are busy...i just want you to know that your talent is admired and ackowledged. :-)
ReplyDeleteHi all, thanks a lot for commenting. Our trees are truly quite beat up from wind and rain, poor things!
ReplyDeleteIsabel - yes I would like to link it.
Carrie - Thanks I will check it later as I'm on my phone right now, you are too kind.
Hey Bob, nice graphic description, and the trees in my garden definitely resemble the ones in your poem :) I love poems revolving around all aspects of nature. Keep up the great work and thanks for checking out my blog, it was much appreciated. I'll be back :)
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Hello Bob,
ReplyDeleteWhat a play with words!!
Fantastic...
Regards,
Dimps
Hey Paul, thanks to you, please do stop back and I will definitely be back to yours.
ReplyDeleteHi Dimps, your comments always make my day, thanks a lot!