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)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me 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.
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This is really good. You do have a way with words.
SSJ, Thank you! 🙂
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Glad you loves it, Pins. 😀
Oh tree my dear… You are gorgeous even without your green attire. Different seasons, different costumes 🙂
Yes Bhavs. Different costumes, but the tree would still like the costume of green, I feel. 🙂 It’s a very shy tree, we just don’t know it. 😉
Beautifully written
Thank you, Manisha.
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!
Yes. Winter is that, and it’s the hope that makes any part of nature survive it, I think. 🙂 Glad you felt the poem was awesome, Sreedeep.
wow!! Look what that pic brought about!
That was simply fantastic.
Simply fantastic photographs bring out simply fantastic poems, I guess. 🙂 Glad you liked it, Pixie.
I love how your tree comes to life in this poem, and we can feel her looking forward to being clothed in green again.
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Yes. That hope makes all the difference, be it a tree, or ourselves. The hope that winter will soon be over. 🙂 Thank you, Sherry Blue Sky.
Really like your 2nd stanza, an enjoyable read and nice image too.
The image brought out all the stanzas, so I’m happy you felt it to be nice, Julian. Thank you. 😀
“for Her gift of blankets”–this is so evocative…..it personifies Spring in such a powerful way.
I was hoping that it would be evocative. I am glad that you felt it did. 🙂 Thank you, CC.
The seasons of a tree … life’s promise of hope!
Yes. 🙂 Hope that winter is only temporary and the warmth will return after. Thank you, Bev.
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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Of course S would like hope. 🙂 He takes after his mom, Jb. 😉 Glad you liked the poetry dear! 😀
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I like both poem and picture very much.
Glad you liked both, Rosemary. 🙂 Thank you.