Gnarled by weather
and poetry
black trees drink by the water
branches hungry
Cloud choked skies
bode sleet
chilled bodies dig to warmth
in too cold soil
Shadows cast by things unseen
move across the land
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife
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The Cheesesellers Wife 
Every line of this poem is marvelous. Thank you, as always, for your evocative view of the natural world (and all of us who live in it).
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Thank you for your high praise Bjorn — much appreciated!
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Kim, this poem makes me think of Monday’s challenge, titled Poems ~ the Tongues of Falling Trees. I love your opening lines especially……
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I missed the challenge this week- we were in London looking after my husband’s sick parents.
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The shadow of the coming winter in the north seems to move across your poem. The gnarled black trees and the cloudy skies evoke that season so well.
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Thank you Suzanne 😊
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I love the rhythm and the sonics of this, Kim!
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I’m glad you do! Another poem about my beloved hills.
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Exquisite – so very deftly evoked from the very first to the last.
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Thank you Lindi.
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Brr. I’m as chilled by the scene as the poetry’s moment of it. Well done!
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Thank you Brendan!
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Those unseen shadows cast more of a chill than the coming sleet.
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;)
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Fantastic poem. I too am a lover of trees.
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😊
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Oh those shadows… ! Moody poem, Kim, I enjoyed it.
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Thanks Rajani!
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