What brittle has fallen from tree to ground?
Sprigs in a white snowy sea as
Shadowy limbs face northeast.
Branches flounder and drift northwest.
Treading and losing breath
Wind spent and shipwrecked twigs, creaking and breaking
Submerging and reemerging, gasping for air
Like dolphins in a ghostly powdery wave where no one goes.
By Georgianna Marie
Photograph by Dave Dreimiller
A homeless shadow moves up the rutted driveway,
flanked by spent weeds of summer past.
Lightened tracks in the bend make it want
to turn to the left around to the back. But wait!
There is a shed ahead…what to do?
An aura is wavering in the diminishing light of dusk.
The shrouded door and window of the porch,
uninvitingly beckon the obscure figure
to come and take refuge from the bitter cold.
If only the abject and lonely house
didn’t cause second thoughts, Ah!
If only, to warm the hands and toes
and satiate the void of loneliness and sorrow
engulfing the spirit and heart.
All that exists is ‘dreary abandonment’!
The Photograph, “Dreary Abandonment” was created by David Dreimiller, a photographer from Garrettsville, Ohio
by Walter de la Mare
Clouded with snow
The cold wind blows,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day’s journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light
On fields in leagues of beauty spread
Thick draws the dark,
and spark by spark,
The frost fires kindle, and soon
Over that sea of frozen foam
Floats the White moon.
At the end of the day
There’s another day dawning
And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise
Like the waves crash on the sand
Like a storm that will break any second
There’s a hunger in the land
There’s a reckoning still to be reckoned and there’s gonna be – to pay
At the end of the day!