A winter forest is a
Dreary place,
With the winds going through
The undressed trees
Giving us these eerie sounds
This soon changes
When spring peeks through the nearly closed door.
The trees are starting to dress up
For the year
It takes away most of the eerie sounds
Of the winds of winter
Best of all is when the door is fully
Opened
The trees dressed
In their best green furs
Hearing the rustle of leaves
And the beautiful songs of the returning
Birds searching the mossy floor of the
Forest for the red berries
Now the door starts
To close once again
As the trees start undressing
Leaving an exquisite color quilt on the earth’s floor
Colors of
Red, yellow, orange with some brown and green
Mixed in
We have now come full circle
The door is closing fast
And all we hear are the eerie sounds
Of the winter wind again.
~ Ellen Zeltserman
