white frost caressing every intimate detail of every branch
its cold, but it did not seem so chilling
the branches crack, they pop
(they alarm, but everyone expected it, except the children, their questions are hushed)
now dead, the tree that is, children don't die
the tree is dead
it gave up
it was a difficult fight,
genuinely brutal,
i'm surprised it lasted this long
cold can kill
and it does
different trees with different temperatures
and the spring
it seems to be forgotten
the children would have said something
but
but but but
but its too late
says a cold voice
but!
(it could have been redeemed
from the fate of the cold)
Author notes
hope can save us all
Written January 31st, 2005
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Wow...this poem has spectacular imagery and painted a wonderful, breathtaking picture in my mind. You used wonderful adjectives and vocabulary in this piece, it was very pleasing to read!!!
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