The snow is relentless while the wind plays
a relentless tug of war amongst the pine boughs
and the lichen still weighs heavy on the naked
branches of a Winter tree sleeping soundly
for no one is waking, no colors calling time out
in the midst of gray, overcast skies devoid of blue
there is no music from the chorus of songbirds
no not even the noisy caws of blackbirds annoy
there is no restlessness except in one’s heart
where no golden hued rays of sun penetrate
only whispers of sullen notes of music not played
the darkest of which are sly demons before dawn
© Reneé Espriu
Image is My Photo
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Lovely to see a new poem from you Renee…. Winter is indeed a bleak time of colourless grey.. Soon I hope those Spring colours will light up your landscape Renee as well as your heart as the colour and Song birds return…
Much love to you dearest Renee.. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you, Sue, for your kind comments. This poem was actually in my rough drafts and as the weather has been strange this year and the landscape permitting, I decided to use it after taking a photo outdoors. You can see this landscape from the back deck of the house I’m now living in. Do take good care my dearest Sue. xoxox
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You too.. I enjoyed both poem and photo Renee.. ❤
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