Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Bare Tree Songs

Mockingbirds perched atop

Treetops of elms

Sitting upon their barren twigs

Barren, for winter has now consumed us

The leaves have fallen and the grass is again dead


Lifeless from the freeze

Lifeless from the cold wind blowing day and night

The ground seeps steam as the first rays of light appear

As the sun creeps over it

Like a cat stalking its prey

Dull, like a dying flashlight at first

Then bright in the midday sky

In a sky so blue

You feel like you’re falling into an ocean

When you gaze upwards for too long

All while the mockingbirds sing their songs

Cold or not

Another day has begun

Another mile to drive

Another job to work

It seems endless some days

But we all know

All days will end

This poem is from my book : Petals Falling

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