Cold, bare; the view frigid
The icy landscape; stark, unfair.

Unhappy tree roots, pulled out
Of the harsh frozen ground

As sparse leaves hang on,
Stubborn, refusing to drop down.

Across the slick frozen surface
Flowing water – solidified and white

Stands a sad, bare forest;
Mixed with lush evergreen pines.

Just as all things change
The blessing; the curse of time

What is now dull, gray,
Soon again, will be sublime.

Living water will swiftly flow
In warm pools of blue

Tree roots will heartily drink
Nature’s elixir; gaining life anew.

The healing promise of spring
New buds will cover branches

When warmed by the sun
Revealing a freshly painted canvas.

Once open; brimming with life
Decorated trees, cheerful and bright.

For now, a future view
My mind’s eye can see;

The dull gray, once again,
A colorful landscape, will be.