Even in Florida
it gets cold enough
this time of year
that the leaves are pulled away
from their trees
with the acorns and pinecones
to explore the world alone.
The trees are left
with Spanish moss
as their only garments.
elderly left naked,
except for the gray in their hair.
The wandering leaves
make a cushion for my barefeet
as the lake fills my thoughts.
The water comes lower than ever now
and the lake looks still, tired.
This is beautifully evocative – love ‘Spanish moss / as their only garments. / elderly left naked …’
Thanks, Polly!
Ditto what Polly said and adding “the grey in their hair” Just lovely.
Yes it’s winter everywhere, even when it’s temperatue. When I lived in Southern California I apprecaited the warmer winter. But it was STILL winter nonetheless.
Nice visual I get when reading this.
Pete
Totally enjoyed reading your poem…Excellent writing…Bev B
Thanks, Bev!
your welcome Light…
Very nice. You make me want to begin writing poetry again.
This makes my heart happy, moniraq! There’s nothing I would want to do more than inspire others (:
I liked the idea of the tired water… wonderful!
Limpid and lovely.
Why, thank you, journalpulp (:
Another beautiful poem! Can’t wait to read more!