Trees in winter - black against a white sky
Snow is coming.
But the trees are naked, their fallen leaves sodden
On the wet ground.
The air is heavy, a tangible thing.
Snow is coming.
The cold arrived early this year
Carried on the wind from the west.
Still not quite freezing. Not yet snow.
But rain, sleet. Gray/white skies.
Snow is coming.
Here are sparkling droplets on long branches
They look like crystals
But disappear at a touch
Snow is coming.
Once it cools enough
Ice will form on edges of ponds
Marsh grasses and cornstalks
Still stand tall, although
They are already mostly dead.
Snow is coming.
About the Creator
Jill Harper-Judd
I've been writing poetry and short stories since childhood....but my life has often been chaotic so (mental) space to write can be hard to find. I am a lover of words and the worlds we can create with them. I seek beauty in all things.
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The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad6 days ago in Fiction
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Beautiful!! I’ve seen it as described, and saw it again in this poem! 😍