Sunday, January 10, 2021

And Then Winter

Stitch Meditation on Trees

 As I sit and look out my window,

Or stroll on my almost daily walk

Tall trees stand

Exposed, bare

No fancy dress of greens, pinks, oranges or reds

Just skin and bones

Skeletons really

Waiting.

Waiting for spring to come.

Waiting for a new day.

A day when the sun will again warm the earth.

Waiting for a new dawn.

When new growth will begin to stir

Nourished.

Exploding into riotous color.

Providing shade, shelter, food.

To a world that’s been waiting.

Resting.

Preparing for a new day.

 

Happy needle pulling thread!

Rose

3 comments:

Tanvereaux said...

This is really good.

Unknown said...

excellent work and poem, Rose, thanks for letting me see it.


Teensy said...

Lovely. You are very creative, Rose. Thank you for sharing.