
I hear them, their cold whispers, weaving through midnight
feel slumber, ebb and recede, beneath the strawberry moon.
Oh! what lies amidst the shadows of lone and desolate trees,
I tremble, but bow not to the savage breeze.
I witness, despair dappled grey moan as one sheds its leaves,
as though crimson blood, that spills from the warrior’s blade.
I caught, then sprinkles of hope, when emerged, white dawn
and step out as pigeons spiraled into the air.
‘The strongest of us blossom in most exposed situations.’
Photo credits: Karin Gustafson
As long as “the savage breeze” remains just a breeze, she shall stay erect. I just hope she can learn to dance with the wind, if breeze turns into gust.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for your thoughtful comment, Magaly 😀
wow…i love the end….if it does not kill us it’ll make us stronger.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Paul 🙂
So true… there is always hope of blossom… (but it might require some waiting)
Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
A strong moral to accompany the imagery of desolation.
Thank you so much, Kerry 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh, I can hear those “cold whispers, weaving through midnight”
Love that.
Thank you so much, De 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Yes, agree with the commenters– a strong sense of will and faith here both. Thanks, Sanaa. K.
Thank you so much, Karin 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the inspirational prompt 🙂 )
Startling and strong imagery here Sanaa. I’m hoping the protagonist to maintain her resolve.
Thank you so much, Rommy 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
(Yes I am hoping too)
Gloriously fantastical!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
So strong and beautiful Sanaa! I love ‘The strongest of us blossom in most exposed situations.’ How true that is.
Thank you so much, Rasz 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Dance with the wind, move with the sway. Great writing!!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so good to see you ❤️
eerie ~
Thank you so much, Michael 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Thanks for linking to Monday WRites Sanaa
Have a good week
Much love…
My pleasure, Gillena ❤️
You too 🙂 much love..
What an extraordinary illustration to go with such stunnin verse Sanaa. I always comfort myself with how clever the deciduous trees are to have that plan of action to survive the winter by shedding that part of her which is must vulnerable, whereas conifers have worked out how to be less vulnerable in winters hard times.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Great to be strong no matter what the situation!
Thank you so much, Anita 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️