bare

justam

dark skies, damp trees
stripped of leaves
without a blanket of snow
naked and wounded
broken knarled fingers, desperately reaching
standing wet, grey and black
against the still dark charcoal sky
distant lightning, thunder and those
close, still. glowing skies
why do the trees seem so sad at these times?
this evening, as the sun was dropping
they seemed vulnerable like a woman in a torn dress
with ripped stockings
having to stand before a crowd

chadwick

i could see it clearly and i know the view well..seen it many times as i love nature and being out in her..awesome writing..thank you for sharing it..

justam

Thanks for the encouragement.

Bu2

I love the analogy you made, and I actually felt like I was standing amidst those trees!

catefrances

beautiful. winter for many reasons, is my favourite time of year.

justam

Thanks Bu2 and cate.