“trees naked and white”

Written for:  The Twiglets #132 – “trees naked and white”

When trees are bone-bare
in cold air of Winter
twigs snap frail forms.
Torso of the Sycamore is
smooth year round, as bark
strips fall and scatter.
Yet in Summer, Sycamores are
bejeweled in green, branching
out in miniature on sides .
Winter washes tree limbs bare
except when they are ornately
adorned, and sparkling–models
gowned in fashions of snow.

sky patched in blue
a glimpse of puzzle pieces
looking through bare boughs

There was a young girl from Sea Bright
Who loved to dance naked in moonlight
Full trees were her cover
until she discovered
Fall swept in one night, leaves took flight. She was in spotlight.


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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7 Responses to “trees naked and white”

  1. Misky says:

    Love that poem. And the limerick, too. But that poem. Wow.


  2. colonialist says:

    All three are excellent.


  3. Also love the poem and the haiku is lovely. Really, puzzle pieces is perfect.


  4. Jules says:

    Even looking up through a fully ‘clothed’ tree can be a puzzle 😉
    Fun Limerick. And the long verse describes winter trees to a T.


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