The Barren Wood*
Ice covers the lake like white frosting
Winter came once then stayed.
Trees cover white hills,
Black spires, leaves no match
For the wind.
Eye moves, looking for signs of life,
Like an arrow without a target.
August 7, 2009
© Anne Westlund
*title suggested by Dave Robbins, a good friend of mine
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-08-07 at 21:58
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