Yesterday morning, I inspected the new fallen snow outside my window. A particular bush, taxed by the white slush, drooped its branches towards the ground. The plants posture resembled that of crestfallen person, one struggling with negative psychological baggage.
Weighty Burden
Heavy on weak shoulders,
Raw load is hard to bear.
Till stress melts away,
The strain appears unfair.
©2010 Photo and Poem by Rose Marie Boyd
