Winter From My Window

The branches of my evergreen,
are overweight with snow,
I worry if the heaviness,
will cause damage to their soul.

The sky is gray and silent,
no names called in the wind,
Streams roll down the road in paths,
rippled, clear and thin.

Children wish to play outside,
but the snow is much too wet,
A day to cook up something sweet,
fill the window sills with sweat.

The birds have all found shelter,
under rooftops near the seed,
The squirrels have become dependent,
on the kindness of the feed.

Footprints in the soft white snow,
are as designs an artist drew,
Each one unique and beautiful,
with the sky’s reflective blue,

The season and it’s blend of looks,
do change from day to day,
From a blast of old man winter,
to a soft and gentle spray.

Winter From My Window

Victoria Gauci

Garfield Heights, United States

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Artist's Description

I remember looking out my living room window and it was a very heavy snowfall that we’d had the entire weekend. The branches were all drooping low to the ground. I was concerned for the trees’ wellbeing. This poem came to me right away.

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