The Many-Wintered Trees
a first frost poem
I stand beside a few of the many-wintered trees
who seem to have just remembered
they ought to get dressed for colder days.
Mother nature is preparing to give out alabaster coats
from her upstairs winter closet
of little white numbers with silver linings.
The copse has just tried out a cautious new perfume
of clean, piney petrichor
turned crisp as bracken, brittle and bare.
All the world puts on an air of chilly nonchalance
stagnant, still, in the first stage
of grieving another autumn's passing.
I stand beside a few of the many-wintered trees
only to ask after the root
of how to weather a season's shift.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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Both poet and the land feel unprepared for winter’s sudden onslaught in your poem, Gabriel. I love the return of your first line near the end. It helps the reader focus on the ambiguity and undertow of ambivalence in the poem. A truly fascinating strategy for the challenge and it makes me curious about the inception of the piece. You always surprise, but this one seems even more so. Good luck on the challenge!
This is truly beautiful. Well done and good luck!
Man you're so freaking good at these. I was telling Stephen how you'd get one of my votes if I had them for best poet on Vocal... Semi-Unrelated. I'm putting the finishing touches on your poem piece and I can already tell that Vocal's lack of formatting options is going to ruin it.
What an amazing piece I love writing pieces on Mother Nature how you have done this is very creative and very on point what a stunning piece of material here you have done well done. Thanks for sharing.