Winter Oaks
The undressed oaks of winter
Stretch their fingers to the sky,
Contemplating autumn's end,
And sharing silent, wintry cries.
Brown leaves have faded to the ground
And back again to dust,
Breaking underneath my feet,
Under the frosty crust.
They stand helpless in the bitter cold,
Some bent from ancient storms,
Standing watch in winter's twilight...
These magestic, dormant forms.
Like these oaks, I now abide
In a haunting, cold embrace.
I, also, Long for spring to come
And show its warm, bright face.
Catherine M. Howell
1/3/08
By wolfycat
© 2008 wolfycat
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