Frank Avon

Outside My Window Xxiv - Poem by Frank Avon

I could not cope
with hopelessness.

The little maple,
scrawny and bare,
rooted in frozen soil
across our drive -

that slants too far
toward the east
making an angle
with the surface of the earth,
not an erect ninety degrees
but maybe seventy five

as if it were beseeching the sun
once again to warm
something at the core
of its torso,
or set the sap to flow

once more.

Topic(s) of this poem: hopelessness, tree, winter

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written out of my continuing illness, on a cold, gray winter day, with patches of snow showing drab on the black and muddy lawn

Comments about Outside My Window Xxiv by Frank Avon

  • Kelly Kurt (1/27/2016 3:19:00 AM)

    As always, a very poignant and well written piece. Feel better soon, Frank! (Report) Reply

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  • (1/26/2016 10:48:00 PM)

    A beautifully penned touching poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

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