Many are the trees that encircle my home,
And in the dark of night they tap on my frosty windows, crying;
Past their deathly stance, a wintry scene,
Looking through their tangled limbs snow is falling endlessly.
Everything in my world is icy white, sky and earth mingling.
Soon, I whisper to them, you will be wearing your emerald gowns;
Creaking and groaning they mumble in their frozen rest,
Standing now barren, its loss it still grieves.
The trees stand trembling, red drops spilled,
Their gnarled fingers reaching out to me.
Yes, my dears, soon you will stand in resplendence,
Ice and snow will be replaced with fringes of delicate, filigree green;
Now rest, now sleep my dearest trees,
Gather your memories of spring, summer and bees,
Soon a warm sunshine Mother Nature will send.
Close and dream.