“Why did the grove undress itself only to wait for the snow?”- Pablo Neruda
They stand in a row limbs naked and exposed, ready to face the biting cold,
but I ponder why they chose this time of year to bare their soul?
Is it a rite of passage for a grove of trees to do a strip tease
as warriors did eons ago, withstanding cold snow to prove virility?
Or do they grow restless dressed in a lush tapestry of leaves with no place to go?
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Tuesday Poetics: The Question as Poetry