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.

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