The trees are standing <br /> cold and bare, yet regal <br /> in the brisk chilly air <br /> I remember when summer <br /> was here, their dresses <br /> of leaves brought such <br /> cheer, but now winter has <br /> arrived with its ice and <br /> snow and each limb, has <br /> frozen stiff, when the wind <br /> blows, not one lifts, The trees <br /> are havens for birds rest, where <br /> they build, and stir, their nest <br /> Now they huddle with fluffy <br /> breast. Whether in winter dressed <br /> in white or in spring their greenery <br /> is so bright, I find trees a <br /> Picturesque sight.<br /><br />Dr. Janice Marie Murrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trees-4/
