This is the second in a series of poems I’m writing on how trees wear snow in the winter.
How a Cedar Wears Snow My branches called boughs Are bending low, in a frown Snow came, fast, wet, and heavy Making my boughs bow down Leaning over, I look sad Under the weight of the snow My scales are another type of Coniferous difference, don’t you know? Catching the frozen precipitation On my tiniest scale Outlining my bough to the very tip Leaving human artwork to pale. It is the winter when I, A Great Cedar can bend And not break. Still standing guard to lend The Northern Forest, I call home, To look like a child’s snow dome. © Draft, Carol Labuzzetta, 2023 Second in a Series of Poems on How Trees Wear Snow Carol lives in the Upper Midwest and is a published American Writer.
Today is Poetry Friday. Catherine Flynn is this week’s host for the round-up at her blog, Reading to the Core. Be sure to visit for inspiring poetry on change and links to other poets! Thanks for hosting, Catherine.
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