Winter Still

They hung stiff up on the tree as if they were in the air and free. Covered in an icy coating reflecting from the snow that set that color deep, dark red and bold. Tiny apples cast against the naked branch clinging tight holding squirrel and bird entranced. A little warmer and they can still ripen colored fruit of a small crab apple titan. It bloomed in spring with pinkish tipped flowers and summer awakened it's fruiting powers. Now, they hang suspended frozen solid new winter not near ended. Cast against the sea of white clear ice promise of Christmas all sugared with spice. Cleanse the earth, cover well the un-laid seed rouse the hope of ending want and need. Let the season sweep boldly in and mankind rise up to display the truth of him. Like fruit frozen in time and place upon a tree we should never be too proud to bend our knee Ask God for guidance, truth, love and peace thank him for conscience making only promises you can keep. A tiny apple on the branch survives still tempting us for the prize living and loving well breaks that final spell.