Daily Poem Entries

Patrol

Patrol

Five trees in the winter waste,
clones of each other embattled,
by blizzard winters faced,
in military formation shackled.

Alone in the world they stand,
by all companions deserted,
holdouts in isolation grand,
with emptiness they’re skirted.

Like a patrol in no man’s land,
their service beyond reason,
they brave the enemy’s hand,
and dream of other seasons.


Line count: 12
Rhymed abab
For The Daily Poem, 03.03.26
Prompt: Photo of five trees standing alone in an empty, snowy field.