Unending
cold, unending darkness,
Fill the
unending wintertime.
After the
storm covers the drabness,
The sudden
beauty seizes the eye.
The glorious
bones of trees, old and twisted,
Rise mighty
and bleach-white.
Sunlight
flits through the laciness
Of twigs that
crosshatched,
Cast
shadows, dense and intriguing.
Flecks of
gold, cast about by the sunlight,
Crash joyfully onto the snow.
Fluff and
ice that entices us
With promise
of more loveliness to come.
