- Non-Erotic Poetry
- winter trees
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Click hereshe has elaborate glasses and
comfort hides under windowasher ladders
as the biography sloshes
from cleansing buckets
full of clarity water and tinged
just a bit blue.
climb down
climb down here
she says.
alarm bells
quit
in ashen buildings with
sad redbricks frozen hard in
New England winter all
draped in history and
old car stories-
the beech, the spruce, the willow, the bluest fir,
they spill buds, teasing the cold-
as the ice softens underfoot.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 18 years ago"cleansing buckets full of clarity water" !!!
Thats downright poetic! Thanks, ee!
Made me think of scrying
Boo
BooMerengueover 20 years agoI used to be a climber! And in the New England chill... TY Ice- I really related to this!
Maria2394over 20 years agobeing a bona fide tree freak, this is just delightful!! I think the first poem of yours I have read...really beautiful images here :)
Anonymousover 20 years agoWow, I can really picture this. Love the way you convey the sensation of cold in this poem. Makes me shiver.
Xtaabay
