by Doreen Hopwood

Bleak winterLeafless trees twist beneath
lachrymose skies, nakedness
stark defiance to wind bequeathed
by Winter's bleak excess.
I too, stripped, emotions laid bare,
joyless as the empty landscape,
eye distracted by corvids there
on flayed branches draped
in frosted tears, outside
waiting for snow to fill their space,
I on the inside,
watching Death steal over your face.

©Doreen Hopwood, May 2010


Doreen Hopwood

Doreen Hopwood writes: "I live beside beautiful Loch Lomond in the Loch Lomond and TrossachsNational Park.  I am a therapist teaching relaxation techniques, yogastretches, and Indian head massage.  I also work with crystals andvibrational healing.  Much of my poetry is Goddess focused and deeply influenced by ancientmyth and folklore. I also enjoy hosting Goddess events celebrating theGoddess in all Her aspects.  E mail me at dorryhopwood@hotmail.com."
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