The Symphony Rests
Naked trees make me sad
“Hold on,” I pine
but
their arms extend
grasping nothing
letting go
airy breezes whip up
cut through
and
the Symphony rests
barren hope
“oh, to be clothed in Majesty”
must brew
til time again
paints outstretched arms
in radiant
LIFE.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, October 24, 2017.
Image: Naked by P.A. Moore.
it is so sad to see them so naked, so empty and longing. Well captured my dear
Thank you my friend. Always nice to know there is a kindred spirit feeling the same. Yet as bars as they become there is a magic to the first snow fall. I’m nit rushung it. Just saying…:)
Very wistful and well put, Paula. 🙂
Thanks. I was going for wistful 😉