Good Morning! This is one of my poems that was recently published in The Brazos Gumbo, a local poetry journal.
The undressed oaks of winter
Stretch their fingers to the sky,
Contemplating autumn's end
And sharing silent wintry cries.
Brown leaves have faded to the ground
And back again to dust,
Breaking underneath my feet
Veiled beneath the frosty crust
They stand helpless in the bitter cold
Some bent from ancient storms
Keeping watch in winter's twilight
These majestic, dormant forms.
Like these oaks, I now abide
In a haunting, cold embrace.
I also long for spring to come
And show its warm, bright face.
Catherine M. Howell1/3/08
Thanks so much for reading!