Why does it seem ( It always seems)
that once Autumn bids Herself goodbye....
Old Man Winter makes, His debut......
(She don't hang around that guy.)
He strips the trees of their leaves
till their as naked as can be...
But what He don't know is that I
see beauty in A naked tree....
I love the way their branches seem
to be reaching out to the winter wind
and I love the sight ( it brings delight)
when a light white snow has outlined them...
So when the days are dark and cold
I don't think about bad things
I look at this as a hug & kiss
that Old Man Winter brings...