The winter trees

So stark and empty,

All the leaves,

Have blown away.

The cloudy skies,

Threaten storms,

The winter’s cold

Is everywhere.

Why does the sun,

Hide from me?

Why do the clouds,

Take over me?

I look for the light,

It’s somewhere out there.

I wait for the sun,

To break me free.

Tracy Hinton

December 6th, 2017

Categories: Poetry


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