Pamela Hirte

A shadowy silhouette bares her soul to a still blue sky.

The last leaves fall. Winter enters with a seductive chill.

She reveals her naked beauty to pleasure the eye.

Trees, bones of the garden, take stage.

 

A cardinal flies to a Hawthorn tree and gazes down.

Glistening red berries tantalize him from a holly

Crack! A limb warns; “Find shelter in brambles of brown.”

A birch casts off copper curls revealing its ivory inner bark.

 

Snow falls; winter feels alive, alluring, without age.

She flirts with the wind deeply exhaling her pine perfume,

She twists and contorts bark, keeping buds in their cage.

Quietness settles and beauty enters. A winter romance begins

 

Pegasus, The Kentucky State Poetry Society

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