Poem : Winter Sky / by Heather Taylor

Photo by Becky Taylor; Poetry by Heather Taylor

Photo by Becky Taylor; Poetry by Heather Taylor

A grey canopy protects hard earth
from the rush of sun, lets it sleep
6 months more before spring’s crude
conquering, shoots thrusting through soil
spreading across black dirt to choke it.

For now, it’s suspended in white
ice fingers creeping to the muted sun
a forest of empty branches standing silent
to dream of summer breezes through the green
lush of new spring coats.