the weather is now cold and dry.
we cover our soft cores with layers of
silk, thermal, and wool.
we don jackets, hats, and scarves
before venturing outdoors.
and we all look pretty much like the
sta-puft marshmallow man.
how unlike the trees, who've shed
their cloaks and veils of green
to stand naked throughout the harsh winter season.
their silhouettes vary, like personalities.
the elm stands slim and tall, often alone. the trunk, a graceful vase
from which limbs emerge and arch downward gracefully in a dancer's pose.
the oak is dark, sturdy, and stout. many short limbs,
heavily muscled from holding up the leaden winter sky.
pale and perhaps too fragile to stand alone, the white birch finds strength in numbers.
all this variety in the landscape makes winter a bit easier to bear.
i never tire of these pictures that the trees paint for me.
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