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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
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| Julie A. Dickson |
Julie A. Dickson has been a poet for over 55 years and a YA fiction writer. She draws from memories, life experiences, nature, and visual art. Her work has been widely published in many journals, including Kind of a Hurricane Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Ekphrastic Review, Feed the Holy, and MasticadoresUSA. Dickson shares her home with two rescued feral cats, Cam and Jojo.
Julie, “the weary branches holding snow” is such a striking metaphor for the heart. I enjoyed your poem very much.❤️
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