Winter's Grip
In winter, when the temps go down
The trees are all undressed.
It seems a bit ironic,
Although Nature knows what’s best.
For if the branches kept their coats
Of leaves to keep them warm,
Perhaps they’d weigh things down
When battered by a winter storm.
We bundle up when it is cold
And we’re in winter’s grip,
But all the trees (except the firs)
Think it’s the time to strip.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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