I TREE

When Spring returns green

fingers stretch toward the sun

Roses bud in warmth

Under passing clouds

Small nestlings dance of hunger

Breezes sing in crown

Dressed in crimson gold

I take my leave from Summer

Snow geese pattern sky

I brave grim Winter’s

Icy kisses frozen touch

Red snow flowers bloom

Barbara Grace Lake

I grew up during the Great Depression and World War II, joined the WACs at age 18, later married, had 5 children, divorced, and worked in law offices for over 25 years, all the while writing a bit of poetry. I had a short but successful career writing articles for magazines and newspapers, but became tired of constantly trying to impress yet another editor. I've now gone back to my first love, poetry. And that, my friends, is mostly what you will find on my blog, "Poetry and Other Crimes." I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

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