The Trees Mask the Moon by Julie A. Dickson

Image | Ilya Andrianov

The Trees Mask the Moon

 

There is no light in darkness

the trees mask the moon

Do you see my face before you?

I am smiling

I see the weary branches holding snow

weighing down their supple nature

like the pain against my heart

holding my spirit to the ground,

when it wants to fly free

to shake off snow and pain,

reaching up to hope

Must I wait as the trees do,

for the snow to melt away?

or will my heart release me

from pain and allow me to rise up?

Take my hand amongst the trees,

let my soul feel your presence

I am not at ease in loneliness

even though it has been familiar

© Julie A. Dickson

Julie A. Dickson is a long time poet whose work has appeared in over 75 journals. She has served as a guest editor and past poetry board member. Her full length works are available on Amazon. Dickson advocates for captive elephants and shares her home with two rescued cats, Cam and Jojo.