Featured Poem: Winter’s Relics

By Virginia Nygard                     
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 wail as one

in chill and windy voice

You, too, will pass like this one day.          

You have no other choice.           

6 comments

  1. Andrea Walker, Pensacola branch says:

    Chilly imagery with chilling message, reminds me of Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop for Death.” Strong imagery and message of finality.

  2. Karen Morris says:

    Besides the nice rhyme, the words are well chosen – I especially like W sound in the last stanza, and “snow-steeped ridge/ skeleton trees” is really good, too, – effective sounds. All adds up to a chilling and revelatory moment.

  3. Claire Massey says:

    Trees in their bare and bleak phase may remind us of life’s inevitable passages but can spring be far behind?

    Claire Massey
    NLAPW Poetry Editor

  4. Barb Whitmarsh NLAPW says:

    VERY WELL DONE AND OH, SO TRUE.
    THANKS FOR SHARING
    I LOVE VERO BEACH. USED TO SPEND MY WINTERS THERE. GORGEOUS LIKE THIS POEM

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