Trees of Winter

The snow falls silently,
they fall delicately,
Each snowflake is different, with its own design,
but....the real story lies within the trees

The trees are bare,
Their branches are gnarled, reaching towards the dark Grey sky. High they reach, higher, higher!

They tell a story,
a story of earlier times,
a story of spring.

Two initials etched in a tattered old trunk,
they tell a story of secret lovers,
a story of beauty,
a story of faith.

A story of life,
a story of birth,
A story with a beginning and an end.

These trees of ours, they tell a story.