Tree boughs lie pummeled to the ground,
shrubs remain paralyzed with ice
like lingering stinging words
from tormenting razor-sharp winds
and a staccato of angry snow piercing the air.
Apologetic vivid blue skies and dazzling sunshine
appear the next day
as the bouquet offered after an argument
yet tangled branches of bewilderment remain.
Time sometimes softens deep wounds.
Some rebound.
Some do not.
wRighTing My Life 