like a beggar in rags,
I stand alone, shivering,
the cold breeze whistling
through these branches,
bare of green clothes.

waiting expectantly now,
for the warm embrace
of Spring not far away,
for Her gift of blankets,
green like I once had;

for the passerby to stop,
admire me and whisper,
of how beautiful I am.

I stand, half asleep now,
with white winter dreams,
waiting to wake up soon.


Inspired by the photograph, taken by my friend Pixie. Linking with The Poetry Pantry.

(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
4th February, 2017)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

28 thoughts on “Bare”

  1. A simple yet strong verse. I liked the title – the winter is essentially naked nature. ‘Half asleep with white winter dreams’ – that is so awesome! Glad that a picture inspired you to write this – I’m thrilled!

  2. If S saw this he will keep asking me, what happened to the leaves, will the dead leaves haunt me and will the tree have new leaves. And then I would have to explain the poem to him and he would get happy because it ends in hope. He likes hope.

    PS: I had to say something more than your poetry is amazing and inspiring! 🙂
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