by Virginia Nygard
NLAPW Vero Beach Branch
Across the barren, snow-steeped ridge
skeleton trees appear dry and bare,
yet seem to wake as I near the bridge,
and my heart skips with childish fear.
They point my way and begin to wail
as one, in chill and windy voice,
You, too, will pass like this one day.
You have no other choice.
I like how you’ve captured the desperation one feels in the barren, cold, chilly winter days and how you reminded us that we all must face our own inevitable winter. Thank you
Sez it all…briskly & clear. Lovely.
The rhyme and meter are very effective. I hear the cadence of the narrator’s steps in this poem, which really immerses me in the setting. Stark, cold, bare – very evocative, well done!
Thank you, Barb. My leaves have already turned colors.
LOVE THIS TO DEATH. ITS ALL SO TRUE.