BARE BONES
January 2, 2020 11:54 am, CST The bones of a tree Don't fear intimacy Skeletons baring their cores They want something more Flaunting flawed branches Tall, short, old and broken They know what moves them But trees don't have emotions They could be crying They could live in shame They could be dying Eyeing other trees in vain Who cares about skeletal trees? They are just as beautiful Bare your hearts, winter is here Gasping for real love and truth Come out of hibernation Magic waits for those who see Frozen lakes, twirls on blades Freedom sits, saving you a seat The frigid, flawed season Wintertime is my favorite Truth is the very reason Winter brings my soul to life L I S T E N I N G T O : Taylor Swift, "New Years Day"
March 25, 2019. Emerald Necklace trail, Boston. One of my favorite spots, just so beautiful. It surrounds an “urban wild” area called the Back Bay Fens. A few waterways, islands with tall grass, cute little bridges, ducks, geese, dirt paths.
I think this is my new favorite poem of yours!
Stunning! Definitely my favorite that you’ve shared thus far.
It is so viscerally, and visually stimulating.
The first stanza really jumps off the page.
ohhhhh Dawn…such deep meaning that seeps into every fiber of my being. Thank you for your gift of poetry! The line “Skeletons baring their cores – They want something more” how often do we wish to bare our souls hoping someone sees, loves, embraces or sometimes just even acknowledges us. Then you tie this with a bow by baring our hearts in winter. 👏😁😍
See, you do it again. Don’t like winter. Very little positive to say about it. I always find the bare trees dull compared to spring and fall. Now. Now you have me looking in a different light. Thinking about it all in a different way. Spring has always been rebirth, Fall is change. Now I excitedly await the trees of winter. Of Boston. And of more you will share and say. Thank you for this. LYS