"A Welsh Wood in Winter" by J.T. Watt‘The Birch Wood by The Crag’ by Alessio Zanelli The Society August 31, 2017 Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments The bark came off the trunks before the leaves had dropped— the freeze sped up, the shade enlarged, the birdsong stopped. No forest hiss survived, no human sound, no sigh— it was to be the dullest place below the sky. From dens and hides small eyes kept watching out for light, afraid of all the time they had to spend on site. At last the white dress fell to make the earth a bride— observers still and silent, long asleep inside. A feeble glow from through the clouds the only sign— the dark of shade the only landmark to align. Bare trees will wait according to their inner clock, and birds will sing again when sunrays free the rock. Alessio Zanelli is an Italian poet who writes in English and whose work has appeared in about 150 journals from 13 countries. He has published 4 full collections to date, most recently Over Misty Plains (Indigo Dreams, UK, 2012). Related Post Shortest Poem Contest Winners Announced Congratulations to the following winners! Thank you to judges Joseph S. Salemi, James Sale, and Damian Robin. First Place $100 Prize: ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses David Hollywood August 31, 2017 Lovely. Like an extract from ‘Wind in the Willows’ Reply David Watt September 1, 2017 This poem contains vivid imagery and is a pleasure to read. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.