starkness of branches
mourn incompatibility
with silvery opulence
of season’s offerings
warm teardrops
mourn inadequacy
to thaw snowy hearts
celebrating solitude
layers of foliage
await their turn – to
play with sun and shade
and fascinate those who care
Reena Saxena 
I especially love the imagery of the second stanza.
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Thanks!
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This is lovely, Reena.
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Thank you, Roberta!
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Sometimes there is comfort in such solitude…
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Solitude is essential for reflections. But we need to take time off our screens too, for original thoughts to emerge, not just reflections.
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the richness of your words promises the season ahead
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Thank you so much!
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Nice description: “snowy hearts
celebrating solitude”
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Thank you, Frank!
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I have reached a point where I would rather be a pine cone than a leaf. I still am able to be noticed, but also able yo nlrnd in. I,liked your poem here Reena, it stirred my thinking – thank you… 🙂
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** “blend” in… sorry.
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Thank you, Rob!
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I liked solitude layers
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Yes. It ranges from peace to loneliness.
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Nicely done. I particularly like the last stanza.
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Thanks so much!
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Thank you!
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I think I would prefer to be a leaf in the layer.
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Yes. The leaves are all hidden in this image. Thanks 😀😀
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