Winter’s Lace

Filigreed fingertips, leftovers from last spring’s new growth
One cannot tell by looking which will survive the winter
With bare branches, death resembles life, life resembles death

Only through winter’s lace
Can one see the honesty of a tree or vine
The nests of life harbored within
Invisible behind the swaying foliage of summer

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April is Poetry Month. Last year I participated in and completed the challenge to write a poem every day in April. This year my challenge (to myself) is to improve my drawing skills. I may not write a poem a day this month, but I won’t neglect poetry completely. (Remember: You can do anything, but you can’t do everything. ~~ David Allen)