Branches naked against skies of blue, <br />Skeletons all, with summer gone, <br />Stark and rigid, in morbid hue, <br />Oh, so sad now, to look upon. <br /> <br />Festive trees no longer seen, <br />Nothing softening to the eye, <br />Only memories of what has been, <br />Now the leaves have said 'goodbye'. <br /> <br />But once the spring comes into view, <br />These skeletons will live and thrive, <br />Those spreading arms will be clothed anew, <br />And once again become alive. <br /> <br />New buds will sprout from boughs so bare, <br />And will in time, exposed limbs, disguise, <br />Then a glorious show, nothing will compare, <br />With this vision of green, against clear blue skies. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skeletons-of-summer/
