Time is tired,
Trees are fatigued,
And the year is nearing the end;
The leaves have shed green
And have donned
A conflagration of colors
Only to be dwindling
To mute hues of grays and browns.
The nights are lengthening
And stars are brilliant;
But days have diminished
Into brief periods.
The nude trees stand sentinel
But to what end?
No one knows!
The bare branches
Stretch in supplication;
Again, to what gain?
The birds have fled;
The animals are drowsy.
White has shrouded the land
And held it in a freezing vise.
Men huddled
Around tiny fires
For light, for warmth
And waited…
Keeping hope alive
By tales of former times
For the green of grass .
RosyView 
Another wonderfully descriptive poem. Heard from MaryAnn that you are back from Amsterdam and had a wonderful visit with Joseph and family as well as touring the area. Did you hear that Gail Elmendorf just passed? She was suffering with pancreatic cancer for months and had been with Jeff and family, just returned last week, died in Albany hospital. So sad – she had just retired before she got sick. Husband Bob is not well at all and my still be with Jeff. We never know what life will bring. Best to enjoy each moment of each day. LIz
Thank you. I am sorry about Gail. First Renee and now this. I am at Elizabeth’s. I haven’t been home much. You are my reader. I appreciate that. David has a son, Solomon George Pynadath.
Thank you. It was watching someone browbeaten I wrote it.
I did not know about Gail.I am very sorry.