Display – Poetry by John Grey

The tree outside
my window
is almost leafless—

it’s November –

that’s to be expected

as seasons change,
it will bud again,
and bloom
with fruit and greenery –

I am in awe
and just a little jealous –

according to my pastor,
I am meant to be hopeful.


About the Poet

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in
That, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline,
Chronogram and Clade Song.

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