Wintertime tree, just look at you!
Magnificent there, with your wild hairdo!
Devoid of plumage, there’s little sound,
Until the burly wind roars round!
But lucky you, although you’re old,
You won’t be permanently bald!
Seasons change, and so will you,
Another day, another do!
First, buds open, green & spiky,
New life springing, green & feisty,
Unfurling, lush, in all their glories,
Warm summer days bring leafy stories.
A final flush, before they fall, The most enchanting sight of all!
A stunning rainbow, colour rich,
This wondrous burst hits fever pitch!
Then slowly, gently, down they float
A multicoloured overcoat!
6th February 2019
