Friday, March 30, 2018

Winter in the Smokies--By Tom Davis--United States

Winter in the Smokies

A bone-numbing chill
Flows from the mountains
And into the valleys

Where sycamores stand

Bare

Their brown bark shed
Like sunburned skin

Their limbs stretch skyward
Like fingers of a skeleton

Soon

Snow will come
Blanketing all 
In stunning white

Tom Davis lives in Webster, NC and his work has been published in numerous venues. He authored several books which can be found at http://www.oldmp.com Tom has recently completed his memoir, The Most Fun I Ever Had With My Clothes On: A March from Private to Colonel. Tom is the publisher for Old Mountain Press since 1992.

5 comments:

  1. Tom, I just read about the warmth of spring, which was lovely and yet in an instant it is winter and the chill permeates my bones. But isn't that the way of life? Time flies on wings of lightning and winter comes on all too quickly, yet the hope of spring comes with it too. Thank you for the well written picturesque poem. I really did love it, (in spite of the fact I am now cold). :D
    Sincerely, Charlene

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  2. brrr, you paint such a vivid picture here

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  3. This is an excellent piece, I really enjoyed it a lot, thanks for sharing!

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  4. Dear Tom,

    Your beautiful poem is written with a lot imagery. Thanks for your contribution.

    Best wishes,
    Inge

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  5. loved the layout and imagery in this--sycamore trees have a special dignity you captured with this poem

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