Winter Forests In Oklahoma (Without Snow)

The night turns to day, it is oh so cold; The moon is bright and crisp, the sun honey gold; The forests are brown and leafless, there seems to be no life; The silent peace within it, no ruckus and no strife. I love the winter forests, no longer wet and green; Everything within it, hibernating; Every once in a while, a small creature will stir; Sending golden colors up, a flurry and a whir. Note from Author: This is a tribute to my Oklahoma home which I sometimes miss very much!