Dying Winter Tree Poem by Terence George Craddock
Dying Winter Tree
the tree shivers
quietly
as the winter breeze
drifts by
its skinny body
stretches
as the howling wind
blows
its twitchy branches
look
like skeletal bare bones
dancing
it stands still
creaking rustling
as it waves
cold bony arms
its slimy moss
thin covers
its bare body
shivering
its huge trunk
is now muddy wrinkly
the branches wave
as the wind howls
it stays still
bends
its wrinkly body
dying
Copyright © Kayla Malachi Craddock
Kayla's first poem I took notice of, I liked the title 'Winter Tree Dying' better, she favoured more 'winter tree' 10.9.2014.
a perfect winter time description of tress looking...have nice imagery too.... poem of picture of winter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 1:24:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Its hug trunk is now muddy wrinkle. in between joy and grief the tree poem is very much wonderful really. Nice imagery within.