A Black Cold Night With a Winter Tree
The winter tree stands all alone in the middle of the wood
Like its on a lonely island in the sea,
As light shines down from the dark heavens the tree takes on a ghostly shape and colour,
The tree stands cold and stiff in the dark moon lights.
On the coldest night in winter wolves howl around the silver snow lit ghost tree,
the wind whips the tree branches blowing away the snow
revealing some bare black branches against a bright dawn-
the tree’s branches reach up to grab the heavens like bony fingers.
The black sky behind the tree is longing for the snow to melt
the trees to bear leaves and for spring to arrive,
the trees are begging spring to come and save them-
soon the snow melts, the sky lights wind whistles hurray at springs return.