My love is like winter trees
Bare, raw and honest –
And just waiting to blossom
Withstanding forever
Throughout the harshest weather
Swaying slightly, perhaps –
But yet, unflinching
My love is like winter trees,
Refreshed and unique
Yet like so many others that appear alike
My love is like winter trees,
It’s branches reaching towards the pale, luminous light
Stretching slowly and plummeting softly through restless nights
My love is like winter trees,
Inspiration for beauty
Yet however supernatural,
Fears the flame.
Winter Trees, a poem by Alison Brady
- January 22, 2011
- schmelison
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