dead souls, we
wraith through
tall naked trees
under winter iron
to our cold fires
waiting
someone whispers
the name you wore
before you were born
perhaps, even,
it was i
recall, rejoin these
dead souls, we
that may seek again
as we wraith through
winter's tall naked
trees
10 responses to “tall naked trees”
‘They keep calling me.’
Great imagery here, Michael. Particularly like the second stanza.
Should have known you would catch that 😅
Thank you!
🙂
Very nice!
Thank you Sharon 🙏
You are very welcome, Michael! 🥰
The name before, I love that idea and the mood of this poem. It feels like it belongs in an epic story.
I’ll admit that Beowulf has been on my mind of late. It might come from there.
A quiet, haunted piece,
Thank you 🙏