against bare branches
and the crust of snow
red berries still hang,
saying, “persevere”
the wind stops burning
I feel sun on the face
one moment, then another
tended by poet Frances Donovan
tended by poet Frances Donovan
against bare branches
and the crust of snow
red berries still hang,
saying, “persevere”
the wind stops burning
I feel sun on the face
one moment, then another
Garden of Words 
love the thought of the red berries as perseverence … soon enough spring is here…
This poem says a bit about Boston, and a bit more about you. There is hope here in these few lines and inventiveness; but wow!!!wow!!wow!! nothing like reading the bio of Ms.Odelley. That’s a timepunk storie that titillates and leaves the reader wanting MORE! A pleasure to meet you, whoever you are.
Thanks for your comments, Gay. I’ve spent some time over on your site and have been quite impressed with the caliber of your own work. I’m glad you enjoyed the bio of Okelle. It’s something I wrote a few years ago after reading the bios for Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill on the first volume of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen — a very entertaining series of books whose Hollywood retelling really doesn’t do it justice.
I wish I could leave more a substantial comment about your poems — especially Self-Portrait at Seven, with its lovely bare couplets — but I’m afraid this time of year leaves me rather tongue-tied. The haiku (or approximation thereof) are something akin to finger exercises for me.
impermanence reigns
nature flies in a cycle
winter reminds me
words from the aether
ground us in the turning wheel
upon which we sit
true that what you said
sky is high, blue coloured too
we are heavenly 😉
the Wheel circles down
we withdraw, journey inward,
rest with Mother Earth
A perfect winter picture
Why thank you, Poetrypea.