Winter Trees
    Footnotes

    “Winter Trees,” New Era, Sept. 1998, 27

    Winter Trees

    The ragged sentinels

    Sigh softly

    As a white blanket

    Sifts gently down

    Through their ancient arms,

    Spreading itself

    Gracefully,

    Silently,

    Upon the face

    Of the frozen earth.

    The caressing breath

    Of a twilight breeze

    Twines familiarly

    Through the silent watchers,

    Wrapping them

    With its kiss

    As if to comfort lonely companions

    In a world of empty whispers.