It is Winter again,
Sleep time if you will
A time of quieting
A time for slowing down.
The leaves turn showy colors,
And linger just a little while longer.
Our thoughts turn to the past year,
and the past places we have been.
But, none seem as beautiful,
as the here and now.
The Sap flows down the tree trunks
In preparation for the tree's annual sleep.
A chance for them to dream,
of spring rains and cool summer breezes.
Some days there is a stillness,
a magical moment.
Letting us know that wonderful things,
are yet to come.
R- 1/10/2001