And
see the oak tree
So
strong and unbending
Deep
rooted and free.
The
winds of Northeaster
That
blew in the Fall
Have
stolen the beauty
Few
leaves left at all!
The
snow now has covered
The
ground where it stands
Yet
branches reach outward
With
uplifted hands.
I
see a leaf clinging
So
cold and alone
Still
wanting a reason
For
staying so long.
The
sun seems to whisper
That
soon Spring will come
The
warmth will awaken
A
new day begun.
The
sap is all ready
To
flow through the trees
The
summer is calling
“Come
shade us with leaves!”
--B.
Pent