Snapthought: Tree Bones

they say your arms are bare
that you’ve been stripped
down to the bone

bare winter trees

your art is abstract
writing hieroglyphics
in a language all your own

bare winter trees

but within your grasp
the seeds of a new life
are waiting to bloom

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28 thoughts on “Snapthought: Tree Bones

  1. I love the time-lapse photos with the poem. And while I know I should find it in myself to appreciate winter’s unique beauty, I can’t help but be impatient for that spring show. ;)

  2. Beautiful! Yet, here I sit near Bugarach (the final portal) on the eve of fin du monde and read your beautiful words filled with a sense of hope and renewal. Merci beaucoup!

    • Let’s hope there will be no fin du monde! If there is an end, let it be an end to the old ways and the beginning of a better world. Hope you have a happy new year!

    • Thanks Kate! That’s true – I think I would be bored without the change of seasons. It’s nice that it always gives us something to look forward to. Hope you had a fun Christmas.

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