As the wind blows through the half barren trees
December sets in with a stiff but gentle ease
The leaves left are blowing
soon they will be going
Trees all bare
I only stare
A sadness settles in my mind
I somehow can’t find
The excitement in a barren tree
That others love to see
A sign the season is now changing
My colorful summer and fall rearranging
There is a Beauty when the snow blankets her
branches
The wind picks up, and the white tree dances
I still cannot muster any smiles
For the winters lasting miles
Spring is waiting behind
so, I patiently wait inline
when the buds begin anew
Winter will be finally through
