Dec 2016
Cold blade
of rain
cuts trees
down to
white meat
Bone chilled
branches
break off
into wisps
of lonely
twigs
discarded
homeless
of rain
cuts trees
down to
white meat
Bone chilled
branches
break off
into wisps
of lonely
twigs
discarded
homeless
The onslaught of winter's increasing cold and a rainy day inspired this poem. It a short description of the disconnection from love, and the often overwhelming feeling of the loneliness thereafter.
