"The Branches in Winter"
The Branches In Winter Are as though Dead whisps of fingers,
although the trees are only sleeping, to awaken
In the spring.  When the Wind Moves Through Them,
They Whisper a Loud "Shhhh!" And The Trees Shudder
In The Ice Storms The Forest Becomes a Jungle of Glass
Clear, Cold Wet, Fragile Glass Branches That Break and Crack
In The Sunlight of a winter Afternoon.  The trees are sleeping.
In JEsus' Name,
Amen