Winter Trees – Poem

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Winter Trees – Poem
A poem by one of our readers, Tess Rowley. Are you a Budding Poet? Have your poem published in MiNDFOOD magazine too.

 

Winter trees stand staunch and tall,

silver grey fingers stretch upwards

to pattern lace doilies atop the poled stems,

strung across a winter blue sky.

Their leaves cast off in Autumn

with a shimmer of burnt fire, reds and golds

make a crunchy carpet underfoot.

Now, like a line of naked children

flaunting the landscape

they tremble at the cruel winds.

 

I’d never realised how perfect trees were

till now I see them, unadorned,

each shape accommodating the next

along the horizon,

resting,

no eager birds winging in to build,

no boys and girls,

hands clasped around sturdy branches,

swinging,

climbing, laughing, seeking adventure.

 

Mute witnesses they stand,

the winter trees

saluting the season.

 

TESS ROWLEY

Brisbane, Qld

 

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