Trees Said To A Winter Wind Poem by Lazarus Knix

A wisp of white wind

Rolls greedily between

The naked army of

Maple trees-

Silent on a hill.



They murmur weakly-

'We’ve nothing

Left to give you..

No more slender leaves

Or little sparrows…

Gone are the tart,

Crimson apples

Of jubilant spring….

Gone are the smiling pine cones

We sent to Earth as gifts…

Not a single shade

Of anything but

Death remains,

A canopy

Of loneliness’

Formed of

Brittle, juxtaposed branch…

Our hearts are frost

That pulsate desolate pain.

Nothing is left but nothing..”


The winter wind left

With it's nothing

And was satisfied.