Skeletons Of Summer

Branches naked against skies of blue,
Skeletons all, with summer gone,
Stark and rigid in morbid hue,
Oh, so sad now, to look upon.

Festive trees no longer seen,
Nothing softening to the eye,
Only memories of what has been,
Now the leaves have said ‘goodbye’.

But once the spring comes into view,
These skeletons will live and thrive,
Those spreading arms will be clothed anew,
And once again become alive.

New buds will sprout from boughs so bare,
And will, in time, exposed limbs, disguise,
Then a glorious show, nothing will compare,
With the vision of green, against clear blue skies.


© Ernestine Northover

Linda Ori
Lovely imagery, colorful and bold. A pretty picture, no matter the season. Especially like the rhythm and rhyme - my kind of poem.

stevenstirk
I loved this one Ernestine. The picture you paint of the winter trees. Second and third verses are my favourite.