Friday, December 2, 2011

Green Resurgent

Blackened pines
stand silent, fall dead,
stink still of smoke
from September wildfires.
Bright winter grass,
green as birth,
frames death
with life.
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7 comments:

  1. MaryDecember 3, 2011 at 4:07 AM

    Beautiful cycle of life poem here, Victoria.

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  2. The PoetDecember 3, 2011 at 6:33 PM

    Hello.
    To me, this says when we think all is lost, there's always that tiny ray of hope that we should hold on to no matter how small.
    Lovely imagery & message.
    Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate your comment.

    My latest:
    More Fulfilling With Love

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  3. WillowDecember 4, 2011 at 7:47 AM

    Life everlasting, yes.

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  4. ShersimDecember 4, 2011 at 4:25 PM

    Can I use your poem in my class? It goes with one of my kids' stories so well. Beautiful poem of the cycle of life, death, rebirth.

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  5. PeggyDecember 4, 2011 at 4:34 PM

    Such a hope-filled image! It is always so amazing.

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  6. Judy RoneyDecember 4, 2011 at 4:58 PM

    Sad and renewing, too, Victoria. Love the frame of green.

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  7. LynneDecember 4, 2011 at 8:36 PM

    Wonderful poem, Victoria. Absolutely beautiful and full of hope no matter what.

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