Poetry by Jeff Green


Winter thoughts

by cricketjeff on January 16, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The skeleton of a poplar tree
stands gaunt on the horizon,
silhouetted against the cold, clear blue
of the winter sky.

A pair of coal-black crows
flap lazily across my view,
to settle on a warm roof
and complain bitterly.

A South-Westerly bends
the eucalyptus tree,
as though playing idly
with the table decoration
in an Italian restaurant.

I see it all
as I stand
and think;
I am here
but across the sea
you are alone.