Trees In Winter

1. Twigs

A tree cracks the shell
Enters the world
Tender as a baby bird
A twig with a couple of leaves
Growing
Sprouts another twig
With another pair of leaves
And so on
Extending itself a little further
Into the world each time
The first twig grows tall and thick: a trunk
The next few, limbs and branches
Reaching gracefully, patiently
Faithfully, inevitably
Outward
With its very fingertips
For a little more
Life

2. Time Lapse

Alive still life
Fixed in a place
Seemingly passive
Moved only by the wind
Yet in motion
In a way that can only be seen
By the occasional revenant
Itinerant returnee
To whom the evidence is apparent
The daily passerby
Sees only these
Same branches against the sky

3. Sleeping Trees

Leaflessly sleeping
Snow clothing your graceful limbs
You pass the winter

4. Sensuality

The beauty of your limbs
In their long and lithe
Splendid-ness with
Diamond ice crystals
Your jewelry
Sparkling snow
Your sequined gown
Draped carelessly
Emphasizing the sensuality
And purity
Of your unabashed
Nakedness
Displayed completely
In innocence
For all to see