Dog Wood

 

standing in the winter garden alone,

a leafless dogwood tree

like the hand of

 

an old crone

 

lichen veins branch out,

splayed against an open sky

 

 watching ~ waiting for the

frosty air to bend into balmy days

and come alive,

 

to wear her

 

 seasonal dress,

 crowned in creamy white petals,

her spring time best.

 

                                                           

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Paulette Calasibetta is a retired interior designer, having a life- long passion to write poetry; she is inspired by the creative images rooted in the power of words. Her focus is on nature’s ever -changing landscape and the complexity of the human condition. Her poetry has appeared on line and in print, in numerous journals and anthologies.

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