TheIcePixy

Winter Oaks The undressed oaks of winter Stretch their fingers to the sky, Contemplating autumn's end And sharing silent wintry cries. Brown leaves have faded to the ground And back again to dust, Breaking underneath my feet Veiled beneath the frosty crust They stand helpless in the bitter cold... Some bent from ancient storms Keeping watch in winter's twilight... These majestic, dormant forms. Like these oaks, I now abide In a haunting, cold embrace. I also long for spring to come And show its warm, bright face. Catherine M. Howell 1/3/08