Arborial Winter Repose

Stretching their limbs

up high to the heavens

outwardly so thin and fragile

but still vitally full of the force of life

enduring the stark harshness

of nature's capricious temperament

strong in root and sure of stature

the cold azure of a winter's sky

interspersed with snow filled pillows

on which to rest their hibernal heads.


◄ The dichotomy of love

Cursèd life ►


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Jon Stainsby

Sat 26th Jan 2019 08:50

Thank you, Anya.

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 26th Jan 2019 08:50

Thank you so much for the kind words, Po.


Sat 26th Jan 2019 08:05

Crumbs this is nice.

I feel sorry for the flowers uprooted, then forced to slowly die contained in a vase that however nice a sight... Will seal their fate and certain death.


Death would come anyway, alone or with their kindred friends and family watching them slowly wither and return to whence they came.

POETS! Poets like you Jon... Keep the alive forever immortalised in verse.

A beautiful poem


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Jon Stainsby

Sat 26th Jan 2019 04:37

Thanks, Big Sal.

Big Sal

Fri 25th Jan 2019 21:54

Your nature poems always have a -POP- that brings the imagery to life. Very discernible style full of twists and turns.

Seeing where this goes.✌?

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