Our winter here in Missouri hasn’t been bad so far. Even though we’ve had mostly mild temperatures, our trees are reaching bare branches skyward. I’ve always thought there was a certain beauty in dormant trees. That’s why I was so happy when I found this lovely poem about that very topic.
I hope you enjoy this sweet poem by Margaret Widdemer.
Winter Branches by Margaret Widdemer
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind, The little twigs flare beautiful and restful and kind;
Clear-cut and certain they rise, with summer past, For all that trees can ever learn they know now, at last;
Slim and black and wonderful, with all unrest gone by, The stripped tree-boughs comfort me, drawn clear against the sky. Thank you for reading Ozarks Maven! If you’ve enjoyed my little seeds of wisdom and joy, please subscribe to Ozarks Maven, Like Ozarks Maven on Facebook, or follow me on Twitter @OzarksMaven.
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