A Void

Naked trees,
vacancy in our landscape.
We abide,
patience tested, winter’s
protracted wrath.
for the warmness
encouraging growth,
and colour, and
Spring denied,
a void in our lives.
In the meantime
we survive
with an extra sweater, or
two, cold hands, and
the hope for change.

© 218 j.g. lewis

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