1/15 Bitter Cold
1/15 Bitter Cold
I lost the precious sugar maple in the Spring of 2020.
Nothing has been the same since.
The hostas and ferns yearn for his shade
and the juvenile cardinals desire his protection.
As for me, I miss the color he brought to my world.
Who will soften the harsh rain?
Who will quiet the cold winds?
What about the void in the soil?
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Mmmm. Great last line- that void looms! Thanks for sharing!
I love poems that explore what is not there. Thanks!
I read that last line as “void in the soul” — which is what this poem is about — the loss of a familiar tree hurts!
I read it that way too!
I feel you! The changes that alter everything.
That last stanza is very Mary Oliver-esque. Love it!
Soil invokes the soul
& it takes an sensitive soul
to miss a tree as if it was a loved one
I really like the interrogatives at the end of this poem!