Winter
Bowing trees and feet touching winter
She had a walk with her heart;
"It is so tough to decide.
It is a swim through cold sun."
She uttered about love.
The wind passed by her unkempt hair
Rustles heard .
One holiday car passed by her
With a few inquisitive boys.
World's prolific creativity of love
Is all around .
"Yet, at this age love is hardly found."
Her walk took her past
The great tree with a green ivy, ambitious.
Winter was the body of the tree,
Clouds were its salve on thorny crown.
The wind cannot say: choose me!
The winter cannot.
Only the ivy,
She smiled
She returned
To her 60 plus -old friend.
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"The wind passed by her unkempt hair" and . . .
"The great tree with a green ivy, ambitious."
Thought-Provoking Poetics, Poddar.
Blessings,
Rene A.