December

Written for:  Poetic Asides #376 – Write a winter poem.

Unadorned, branches
of trees are brittle,
skeletons of their
summer selves. A world
of sky peeks through
lit by pale wintry sun.
Hummingbirds circle
their frozen feeder,
clearly annoyed. I raise
the heat.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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