Bare Trees, Bare Hedges Poem by Deanna Samuels

Bare trees, bare hedges
seemingly like black charcoal brittle twigs.
Fir trees heavily weighed down with snow and ice
their branches stiff and unyielding.
Tufts of varied dried brown grasses
peeking through the snow blanketed ground.
A desolate scene all around
leaving one feeling cold - yet thankful,
thankful to be within a warm car
looking out at such a bleak wintery scene.
Today, following yesterday's wild and windy storm,
not even a breeze to stir surround.
Light flurries begin falling slowly without hurry
taking time to float gracefully upon snow covered fields
against the darkening grey slate skies.


Written while traveling on 407 into Toronto from Courtice, Ontario on 30th January 2023.