Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Welcome, December...

Through bare trees
I can see all the rickety lean-tos
and sheds, and the outhouse
with the half-moon on the door,
once modestly covered in
summer's greenery.

Through bare trees
I can watch the hawk
perched on a distant branch,
black silhouetted wings
shaking feathers and snow,
and so can its prey.

Through bare trees
I can be winter's innocence,
unashamed needfulness,
the thin and reaching limbs
of a beggar, longing to touch
but the hem of the sun.
~ Lisa Lindsey, Bare Trees


Kim said...

Very nice poem. You always find the best poetry!
How are you and the little guy and big guy. Miss talking to you. xxoo

Karen said...

This is lovely, Paula. I know so little about poetry, but when reading something like this I feel the poet must really know me.

I like the look of your blog, too. You've changed it up a bit.