Please use the photo above as prompt for a winter poem. I chose the photo after I got to thinking about how stark the black and white of a winter landscape are. Here my inspiration:
Winter turns the world back a hundred years,
When color ran like a fugitive from the camera,
And black and white stripped life to its essence,
Tricking us into thinking life was simpler then.
Bare branches like gnarly knuckles twist into the sky
Begging a bird or blossom to perch
And bring a ray of life
To winter.
Very vivid poem. I’ll never forget “gnarly knuckles”. Thank you!