Softly through the night
It came so quietly white
Dampening the noise all around
As it slowly covered the ground.
Naked trees reached up to the sky
Trying to grab snowflakes on high.
Their limbs just turned white
As snow swept into the night
And seemingly without reason
Winter became the final season.

Simon Stargazer III (Nov.-Dec.’09) adds, “I love writing about snow and the imagery of winter trees. For some time I’ve had the thought floating through my mind of trees reaching to the heavens perhaps beseeching God to return the Earth back to the renewal of springtime and the warmth of summer. Or, perhaps, for those concerned about man’s effect on the Earth, maybe the trees are looking for help in reversing the damage man does to the Earth. In my optimistic mind, I prefer the former.”

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