How strange it is in wintertime when all the trees are bare. <br />That's the ones in the orchard and it doesn't seem quite fair. <br />Their boughs bend deep into the curling mist while their barks <br />seem to slump and twist. <br />Is this a place where friut will spawn, from springtime <br />blossom in April or May dawn. <br />Trees of apple, pear and cherry look so sad in winter days, <br />but come the spring when all is fair they will be back to their <br />wining ways.Prouducing fruit to the end of the season from <br />the warmth of the summer days. <br />Then what is left after the season ends, just windfalls to reap <br />leafless trees all brused and battered and an orchard that has <br />gone to sleep. <br />Now comes the snow it's sad to say, in this orchard a forgotton <br />place one that now takes on a new face; but underneath the <br />snow awaits the green and tender shoots, with promise and <br />fulfilment that comes from the roots. Buds, blossom, flower <br />and fruit a perfect sinario from a tiny shoot.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-forgotton-place/
