I was out taking some photos this morning; the brittle lifelessness of the landscape and some recent visiting to seniors' residences inspired this poem.
The Winter Season
Broken brittle branches stretch their boney arms out, reaching, longing.
She is strapped to her chair. Frozen in place, arms cast upward grasping at nothing.
Snow covered hydrangeas their withered heads swaying at the end of spindly branches.
He is hunched low in a wheelchair. His grey head bobs rhythmically as he stares at a silent television.
Snow laden conifer branches rise and fall in the biting wind
Stooped and swaying she creeps along the corridor.
The wind blows and reveals a bit of withered grass.
I find my friend sleeping beneath a thick white blanket.
I bend to touch a frozen leaf
I reach for her hand, veined and frail.
A tear on my cheek.
The End
Thank you for visiting My Turquoise Kettle Life today,
May you have a day that is filled with warmth and love,
Sandra
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