
The trees have disappeared it seems
They shudder in their shrouds
But while they rest I love to see
What’s left here by the clouds.
Pristine paintings silver spun
Where branches once held sway
How intricate these trinkets all
That frame this winter’s day.
The trees, I know they will return
When spring’s upon the land
But in their absence here they’ve left
Rogue art by Nature’s hand.
About the Creator
Marie McGrath
Things that have saved me:
Animals
Music
Sense of Humor
Writing



Comments (8)
I wasn't around for this challenge so I was going around reading some poems. The right amount of rhyme and description of what winter paints a picture of. Pristine painting silver spun - I love that. Nicely done!!!
Rogue art by Nature’s hand- love this last line. A great ending to a great, beautiful poem!!
I can't thank you all enough for taking the time to comment so generously.
This was so wonderful. Loved your poem!
Beautifully written.
Beautiful and joyous
You're very kind. Thank you so much.
Beautiful 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾♥︎♥︎♥︎