Winter Trees

The ragged sentinels

Sigh softly

As a white blanket

Sifts gently down

Through their ancient arms,

Spreading itself

Gracefully,

Silently,

Upon the face

Of the frozen earth.

The caressing breath

Of a twilight breeze

Twines familiarly

Through the silent watchers,

Wrapping them

With its kiss

As if to comfort lonely companions

In a world of empty whispers.