The small cherry tree
stands bravely in the cold. Bare
and gnarled, branches spread
lifting to heaven
its prayer of hope and coming
spring. I stopped and stood
gently touching the
cold wood. Buds were forming
waiting to burst out
in their ordained time.
I wait for their brief beauty
as I would wait
for the hello kiss
of a lover, the smile of a
child, the embrace of
a friend. There is no
doubt in this waiting. There is
no unbelief it
will come. Winter blue sky
above us. The tree waits and
holds its faith in spring.
Dec 30, 2012 @ 21:13:13
Happy New Years!!! Have a wonderful 2013.
Dec 31, 2012 @ 09:36:56
Blessing to you!