gray shadows of spring that once was,
lost within the somber reflection
of their former life, lost now with autumn’s neglect
exposed to nature’s elements
they withdraw into themselves,
silent sentinels that line the horizon
rooted within an earth growing colder
and no wiser to their presence
hidden within the recesses of external perseverance
their souls linger in thoughts unknown
to those who marvel at their statue,
dwelling in a half-world of awareness,
seasons and years pass, rings of time meld
into one another as they wait
until they sigh with the last snowfall
and the first leaf of spring,
released from the restrictions of life
to stand in their wisdom and glory
on the edge of eternity
A contest entry
- Stick Season by ea.
1500 points, ended November 2, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Great job on the poem. Winter is beautiful.
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The trees' perseverence despite the earth's literal "lack of wisdom" gave me food for thought; the mysteries of nature are strong and present in this poem. Your words lends the austere facade of "stick season" hope for renewal. Thank you.
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