Winter Tree

A leafless vision 

clothed in honesty… 

A skeletal splendor 

clad in candidness.. 

Rippling branches 

speckled with white… 

The winter tree 

is a mirror image 

of truth

I love how 

shedding its 

summer timidness, 

abandoning its 

mysterious 

veil of green, 

no longer dancing 

to the tune of 

restless winds, 

it stands upright 

with a raw, 

unembellished, 

unfettered confidence 

A silent tribute to the

serenity of nature…

An ode to the 

splendor of science…

A love letter to the 

timelessness of time

That proud 

magnificent trunk 

– the barest, 

most beautiful face 

of the elemental…

Those giant naked limbs

– stripped of foliage, 

disrobed of pretenses, 

devoid of defense …

Ready to share 

their most intimate 

confidences 

with those who have 

the capacity 

to look beyond 

surface appearances

My lungs rejuvenate 

with a new vitality 

as I inhale the beauty 

of those bare branches 

laced across 

changing skies… 

making me 

grateful for the 

winter tree’s role 

in my 

aesthetic evolution.