A lace of branches
across the painted sky
the world is dressed up
and waiting for time to pass by.
Leafless
Black branches against brilliant blue
whispers of clouds wandering by
winter’s silhouette.
Outlines
Nature traced the line of every branch and limb.
She favors highlights in white.
Snowcaps
The branches wear snow caps,
fluffy hats of cotton white,
at the behest of old man winter.
Bare
their winter coats of white.
Height
If I started to climb your branches now, by midnight I could touch the stars.