She Gazes At The Barest Branches

Secluded, she gazes at the barest tree,
The branches are bare of life,
The tree is still alive but in hibernation,
This gives her a silent peace,
That the leaves can spring forth once again,
And offer her the shade she needs,
From the burning glare of the heat of the sun,
Or the storms of rains that come.
woodlandwench woodlandwench
41-45, F
May 19, 2012