The Tree of Love

I am as a tree of Winter
Leafless, barren, desolate
The wind howls unlike my soul
The cold consuming my entirety
The leaves like my hope are no more
Incomparable is the dead Winter
Alas the soul thaws as the bark of early Spring
Branches of love grow strong
Blooming leaves of Love allow sight
For the tree of Love recovers the Winter's presence
The Tree will last for so long
Love's branches will be bare again
Its presence in the Cold anew
Hope grows in place of Love
For Hope rescues even the most Blue

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem