Post # 294 (poesie) Seasonal Vistas (“Hope”)

An apprehensive woodland waits,
The onslaught of Winter’s war machine
The iron-hard soil,the numbing cold
Gales,chanting pitched manic arias
Snap-crack sounds of arbor amputation-
Dull,snowy thuds of severed limbs.
The cold, perennial taker of life
Points its icy fingers downward-
To the hapless, shivering critters,
Left behind by the Autumn Exodus.

Evergreens, tho’ seem tranquil no doubt,
In meditation on the coming Spring
The blue skies, the billowed clouds
Empathic breezes healing winter’s wounds
Small green buds that manifest eternally,
Making solemn vows of new life and increase

With wisdom taught by evergreens,
We too await the coming Spring,
Woodland’s lover and restorer
Winter, 2018, Leonard N. Shapiro

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Retired from the practice of law'; former Editor in Chief of Law Review; Phi Beta Kappa; Poet. Essayist Literature Student and enthusiast.

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