Uterque Superesse
the pine tree and the Elm
Bitter, blistering cold, dead of winter
Needles and wax, transpiration
Full and lush, flourishing pine
Snow covered branches dust the ground
In the coldest night, she’s fine
Changing, falling, dying
Unable to hold to the sun, deciduous
Born to lose, barren Elm
Pity and remorse
Twisted, sparse, overwhelmed
Then comes spring
Both remain
One with her heart on her branches
One designed to hide her pain
Dichotomy aside
Both endured the freeze
For their strength is in their foundation
And not within their leaves
About the Creator
Raine fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and five books. Writing has been her passion for her whole life.
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Comments (2)
Loved this poem, and the last line is very powerful "For their strength is in their foundation / And not within their leaves" Really lovely.💙Anneliese
Ohh 😮 that’s very ethereal