Winter has Its Own Kind

Winter has its own kind of desolate beauty—

Barren trees stand stark against the sky

Like sentinels guarding the park,

And the inspiration we draw from it;

Keepers of faith so that though we’re buried so deep in our muffs

We cannot see, trees remember spring;

Stalwart against the onslaughts of wind, snow, and ice;

Indomitable beacons of praise to all nature’s vicissitudes,

Daily offering divine influence to our souls.