Winter Scene

Written by: Steven Mossburg

Saplings struggle in a sea of snow
Naked limbs beat the sky
Like a tired swimmer in an undertow
Or, like fledglings learning how to fly

Nearby trees lurk in the evening gloom
Their shadowed shapes in hiding
Like Death waiting for an empty tomb
Or, like friends furtively confiding

Soon rocks and trees will find the night
When day is finally done
But even in darkness, snow is white
And morning brings the sun