winter trees


angie rae


Always, I’ve admired the winter trees,

Dark filigrees,

On alabaster sky.

Or stretched against the sunset’s rosy glow.



Have grown lumpy here of late.

Stripped of my clothes, I do not stand as straight

Or move as gracefully as winter trees.


But what of mind?

Can I acquire a wisdom scorned in youth,

To prune the mind


To the naked

Truth? —Janet W. Hoyt


Ms. Hoyt was an iconic, Anne Arundel County, AA attendee and poet. Thank you, Janet, and Merry Christmas.


photography: Angie Rae /


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