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


Thursday Photo Prompt


22 thoughts on “Frustration

  1. 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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