Here is the poem again, if you cannot read it on a small screen:
Bare Bones
Frozen night
slides into hazy blues.
Trees and grasses
holding in
standing firm.
Stiff outer armor
Soft dreaming inward
Waiting
knowing
waiting
Bare bones survival
holding on
standing tough
Stiff outer armor
Soft dreaming inward
Waiting
knowing
waiting
This, too, shall pass.
Dedicated to anyone who may be experiencing hardship and difficulties.
The Beauty Along the Road 
Beautiful and moving!
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Thank you, Sarah, glad it resonated with you.
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Picture and poem, a perfect partnership.
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Thanks, Karen, there’s more of them under the category “Eckphrastica” if it appeals to you.
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Gah, so much alliteration. 😉
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Beautifully put, and so full of gentle wisdom…which is always the best when conditions are harsh 🙂
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Hi Seonaid – I wrote this poem in the worst of winter, kind of comforting myself with it (“You can do this, you’ll survive”). Then a friend’s mother passed away and I sent her this picture and poem; she really liked it and felt soothed by it. It was then I realized that the poem was applicable across many hardships we might be dealing with. Thanks for your wise input.
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Wonderful, wise words full of compassion!
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