Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Love will come again

Driving in rural Midwest Winter
Between snowfalls
The skies gray and trees bare
Abandoned nests
Appear unexpectedly
Trees bare abandoned nests unexpectedly
Abandoned nests suspended at the ends of thin branches
The tree is a body
The branches ribs
The unexpected nests, empty
It's hard to imagine Spring
It's hard to imagine the nests among the leaves
It's hard to imagine the nests 

1 comment:

  1. Your style of writing is very stunning and unique. I absolutely love this poem!