"Winter in the Boulevard"

Hey everyone! I found this poem, and I think it is just lovely, and also very fitting considering the winter season (although it is almost spring). It like how he personifies the trees and describes them as being "naked in thought" and stripped of their words. I take this to mean that the speaker feels he is more fruitful with his words in the summer season and perhaps more inspired to write, and in the winter season he is caught in reflection.

Winter In The Boulevard

by D.H. Lawrence

The frost has settled down upon the trees

And ruthlessly strangled off the fantasies

Of leaves that have gone unnoticed, swept like old

Romantic stories now no more to be told.

The trees down the boulevard stand naked in

thought,

Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught

In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront

Implacable winter’s long, cross-questioning brunt.

Has some hand balanced more leaves in the depths

of the twigs?

Some dim little efforts placed in the threads of the

birch?—

It is only the sparrows, like dead black leaves on

the sprigs,

Sitting huddled against the cerulean, one flesh with

their perch.

The clear, cold sky coldly bethinks itself.

Like vivid thought the air spins bright, and all

Trees, birds, and earth, arrested in the after-thought

Awaiting the sentence out from the welkin brought.