Sharing some pics of our long, dark winter (+ 2 Christmas pics, #13)

[Karen]

Branches bare and trunks black against the snow
Stand their silent vigil
Lining the road in ordered ranks
Like soldiers at attention
Never moving as the vehicles go by
Moving slower in the unplowed snow
Still they stand, abiding steadfast
Waiting
Whispering softly in the storm
Waiting
Bearing snow
Bearing rain, and ice
Waiting
Not for orders
From some lofty general
But for spring

[lizbud]

Beautiul. The trees look like silent sentinels, guardians of Winter.


I really wish I could print this out to put on a wall.

[Kirsten]

Again, Karen, a very beautiful poem, and an interesting association to those silent trees in a row.

Guardians indeed!

Many years ago, I made a photo that is still on my photography website, called "The Five Watchers":




This poem made me remember this pic...