cling to limbs for dear life;
not ready to lay down in defeat.
An early snowfall blankets
vibrant autumn hues
compromising the strong integrity.
Under such a burdening weight—
teetering with indecision—
finally they fall forward
allowing the house to sigh in relief
as the majestic beast brushes past
laying down its arms upon the doorstep.
An Aside: Nor'easters are evil. Last year, an early snowfall brought down many trees unable to bare the weight of the colorful leaves and the snow. As the snow fell yesterday, again far earlier than expected, I thought of the beautiful trees and wondered did Sandy already knock out the weak so as not to add more wood to the fire. Surprisingly, the Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>compromise(-e+ing), (in)decision, forward] prompt played quite well with these thoughts. If you get a chance head on over and see how other's twisted these three words into their own poem, prose, or who knows.