November Empty Trees

A cry
A moan
Roaring like the distant sea
But with a ghostly whine
The cold wind
Shrieking through
The November empty tree
Some tatters of leaves still left
The bones of the dead
Rattling at the crunch of their cast off brothers
Being smashed beneath my feet
The early season ice pellets
Bite into my face
The sting reminding me
That I am alive
Despite all of the evidence
The wind
Rips through my tattered heart
Calling your name
But gets echoes
Of the November empty trees
In return

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Unfortunately I couldn’t find any pictures to match the mood ;) I guess I take happy pictures. (I spent some time trying to make that picture more moody…)

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Corina November 22, 2016 at 11:25 am

I like the pictures you chose. Both the picture and the poem are quite reflective of current times. Very well done.

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trentpmcd Post authorNovember 22, 2016 at 11:28 am

Thanks. As I said, I worked on the picture a bit to get it a bit darker since it originally had this bright, golden glow.

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