Naked branches stand tall
Against grey skies that triumph
Over the struggling sunshine.
The shimmer of snowfall
Covers the dying grass mercifully
And the cold seeps into my veins.
Evergreens bow to honor a harsh master
And shrink in terror of the wind’s wrath
No light is shed by the dark skies
The hedge was slaughtered
When winter arrived to claim the flowers.
Harsh branches threaten new buds.
A pure blue peeks out boldly
When the clouds dance away.
Something like hope swells.
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Welcome to AllPoetry!
Wow, what a beautiful poem, by using these personifications what you are portraying in this poem seems very vivid... yes, touchable...
I was able to picture everything in my mind when I read this.
Thanks so much for sharing this!
Keep writing!
Annie
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