Leafless 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 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 email@example.com."