Clouds mask the earth
cold, wet, haze
Stillness shivers, hours pass
no sun, shadows
Aimlessly one after another
trees stand silent
Four blackbirds seek refuge
waiting, haunting, invisible
Endless grey encompasses all
while I caress
Where I live snow rarely falls. Winter doesn’t bring piles of fluff, ice, or blizzards. Instead, we face endless gray days, cold and dreary. Even the birds hide to escape the dismal landscape.
But the brown, faded greens of frost-bit leaves will soon give way to blue skies, songbirds, greens, and buds of every hue.
I wait in anticipation.
Merril D Smith at dVerse Poet’s Pub challenged writers to use shiver–or some form of the word—in a poem of exactly 44 words.
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Photo: “Trees Shiver” by Kathryn A. LeRoy
January 25, 2022