The Winter Trees

By Arnia Kiara Oosthuizen

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words"- Robert Frost

An amazing friend of mine gave me, The Poet's Sphere, a poetry book. What an amazing gift! And since it is Winter here in South-Africa and we are freezing I found a poem about Winter.

In the woods near the university.

The Winter Trees

Against the evening sky the trees are black,

Iron themselves against the iron rails;

The hurrying crowds seek cinemas or homes,

A cozy hour where warmth will mock the wind.

They do not look at trees now summer's gone, 

For fallen with their leaves are those glad days

Of sand and sea and ships, of swallows, lambs,

Of cricket teams, and walking long in woods.

Standing among the trees, a shadow bends

And picks a cigarette-end from the ground;

It lifts the collar of an overcoat,

And blows upon its hand and stamps its feet-

For this winter, chastiser of the free,

This is winter, kind only to the bound.

CLIFFORD DYMENT

I love poetry because it awakens feelings and emotion within you, just by using words. I hope you have a warm winter's day or a nice summer's day, wherever you are.

With love xx