Trees in Winter
    Footnotes

    “Trees in Winter,” Ensign, Dec. 1988, 7

    Trees in Winter

    I saw them die last fall.

    I cried as death

    Crept down their limbs.

    They stand, black-limbed,

    Etched against a blood-red winter sun,

    Reaching,

    Beseeching heaven for

    New life …

    Forces I do not know

    Nor cannot see work within

    Renascent limbs

    Where green buds burst from barren boughs.