Hibernation / Poem by Lily Swarn


Poem by Lily Swarn
 
 
 
Hibernation
 
Clawing into the firmament
Talons of degradation
Artful weapons of soul destruction
December tree trunks of gnarled perfection
Poking fun at coiffured cousins
Scratching out eyes with mute rebellion
“Wait for us ,”they whisper gratingly
“We shall once again
sprout some greens for you “
But patience is the name of the game
As they wait for snow to swaddle them
Their creaking joints
Their balding hair
All spit and polish laden soon
When spring waltzes in with baby steps
Fragrant flowery and forbearing
Fondling lonely brazen branches .
 
Copyright Lily Swarn 30.11.2016
 
 
 
Lily Swarn
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