
fragile limbs somber wedded in dank gelid air once graced with life bared to face wintry hardness a stalwart tree stands proudly
TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 300, 11/29/22, #ShareYourDay
“It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! #ShareYourDay is a way to get to know each other better. Take a photo and write a syllabic poem about your day. Don’t think on it too hard. Make it fun. The photo does not need to be a selfie. If you don’t have access to a camera, find an image on Pixabay.com (please add the credits) that best describes your day.” – Colleen Chesebro
-Eugi
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25 responses to “Wintry woes”
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Fabulous!! Those last three lines: “once graced with life bared to face wintry hardness a stalwart tree stands proudly…” So lovely! 🌲
Thank you so much, Colleen! 💖
You’re welcome.
So stunning and evocative 💜💜💜
Thank you, Willow. 💖
💜💜
Some winter trees… like bears slow their sap to rest…
yet fragile limbs face nature.
Well done.
Thank you and I enjoyed your interesting comment, Jules.
Like sugar maples. You have to wait for the sap to run before you can harvest it. 🙂
This a beautiful take on the prompt. We need to be like trees, grounded in all the situations and phases of life.
Indeed, we do. Thank you, Elizabeth.
Mee-yow Miss Eugi wee thinkss you captured THE harshness of winter that Treess must endure…
BRRRRRRR 😉
nose kissess BellaDharma an ((hugss)) BellaSita Mum
Thank you so much. The poor trees in our area have lost their leaves and look sad and cold and probably wishing for spring. 💖
Same up here Miss Eugi! BellaSita wantss to wrap THE dwarf Maple Tree inn a sweater!!!! Mew mew mew…..
I especially like “damp gelid air”
Thank you, Derrick.
Sad, but well done. XO
Thank you, Ellen.
Very well done
Thank you, Sadje.
You’re welcome
It’ll be 82′ F here on Saturday … 🌞🌏
Lucky you, Ivor! Our temps are crazy. One day it’s summer and the next day it’s winter. We have had a few nights of freezing temps and the trees are bare.🌳🌬
Definitely not my sort weather… and our native trees don’t go bare