This is hubby Billy and Henry on one of our “cold walks.” Taking walks in these woods inspired the poem that follows.
I Wish Bare Trees Turned Golden in the Winter
I wish bare trees turned golden in the winter
Instead of the brown smear they bare.
Naked and piteous, bent and shorn
Of all their glory;
Their branches cannot wave anymore.
And all of the hush of all of the snow
Lies like a dying creature in the woods.
There is no glorious sunshine dancing
As leaves twist in spring breeze.
And there is no blazing colors of
Leaves turned to fire flying across
A steel sky.
How I wish trees turned golden in the winter.
Oh, what a match for the infant snow falling,
Whose glistening, sparkling whiteness
Would rest around their trunks,
Or, heavy and laced with diamonds, grace their arms.
I imagine a woods filled with gold branches,
And trunks rising up from the roots with rough, golden bark.
The shining aureate trees and the glittering diamond
Snow, glorious in the dead of winter.
White and gold, new and shining,
The dying of the world
Forgotten.
By Lisa Paul
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