Gnarled limbs of cottonwood
Creak in the autumn wind
The bare branches
Lacing over the clear sky
Where stars shine bright in the cold night
Like the dim glow of the gas heater
Which clicks on
Then ignites with a dull whoosh
As though to mock the trees and wind
While it guards my room against the cold
Like a warming guiding star
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Cold musings of morning
Creep through the window
Whispers of light
Moving over the heater
Where the grey metal turns pale
Like the branches of the cottonwoods
Which dawn strikes
Then ignites the shrouded limbs
As though to mock the heater's warmth
While bare branches turned ashen with frost
Shimmer in the morning light
Like a million stars reborn
About the Creator
Judah LoVato
My collection of sometimes decent writing
Which I've left "there" for seekers to seek
Though I lack the grandeur of that Pirate King
Perhaps these pebbles can be a light
In this life, this laughing tale
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Comments (2)
Like the branches of the cottonwoods. Loved your poem. Well done.
Your words are like goods images that describe the winter