NAKED TREES AND WINTER COLD
What freaks of nature
They may seem to be:
Tall trees—barked skeletons—
Of well seasoned wood:-
Well seasoned wood,
Piercing the sky,
Casting weird shadows
Across the chilled terrain:-
Their statuesque stillness,
Poised assurance
Of the coming
Spring resurrection:-
If only we too could stand
In such blessed assurance:-