Trees in the Winter lose their leaves <br />Their Autumn glory blows away, <br />The ground their mulch and mor receives <br />As in the wind bare branches sway. <br /> <br />The stately poplars show their shape <br />Oval like gherkins on a pole, <br />The chestnut - rounded like a cape <br />The weeping willow loooks quite droll. <br /> <br />The Winter makes us value Spring <br />The trees are bleak and blown and bare, <br />The woods are quiet - no birds sing <br />Except a lone owl hooting there. <br /> <br />The Winter winds are piercing chill <br />And through the hedgerow blows a gale, <br />White driven snow the valleys fill <br />Skeletal Oaks stand in the vale. <br /> <br />Devoid of leaves each tree reveals <br />Its structure - branches - twigs and trunk, <br />One wonders just how cold it feels <br />To have ones roots beneath snow sunk. <br /> <br />The holly makes a welcome sight <br />Its deep green leaves poke through the snow, <br />Together with red berries bright <br />It gives a pleasant Christmas glow. <br /> <br />Their cloaks of yellow, red and gold <br />Have leaf by leaf been blown away, <br />Just as a 'pop star' growing old <br />Loses his aura day by day. <br /> <br />But unlike humans trees are blest <br />When Winter's snows have passed away, <br />Each branch with bright Spring green is dressed <br />Each tree grows younger day by day. <br /> <br />(John Knight - Colchester - 8 February 2010)<br /><br />John Knight<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/813-trees-in-winter/
