Branches naked against skies of blue,
Skeletons all, with summer gone,
Stark and rigid, in morbid hue,
Oh, so sad now, to look upon.
Festive trees no longer seen,
Nothing softening to the eye,
Only memories of what has been,
Now the leaves have said 'goodbye'.
But once the spring comes into view,
These skeletons will live and thrive,
Those spreading arms will be clothed anew,
And once again become alive.
New buds will sprout from boughs so bare,
And will in time, exposed limbs, disguise,
Then a glorious show, nothing will compare,
With this vision of green, against clear blue skies.
© Ernestine Northover
YES ERNESTINE I LIKE THIS POEM IT IS THE BEST POEM TODAY THAT I HAVE READ IT IS VERY GOOD IT IS A POEM THAT YOU WANT TO FINISH I HOPE IT DOES WELL WARM REGARDS ALLAN
It’s amazing how trees come alive then sleep and as you say look like skeletons good poem.
I can see clearly now and yes i can feel a song coming on, Great work on this one Love duncan
Ernestine, Lovely. Simply lovely. Nothing more to say, really. Shannon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But I do like the lonely branches and grey sky, mother nature being depressed like humans, good poem.