Winter

Tall trees look like ghosts,
a blanket of frost envelopes them.
The cold days are fobidding to most,
but I just stand there and sigh.

The snow gently falls from the sky,
and collects on the ground below.
The animals retreat into their homes, shy,
as a cool wind buffets the pines.

I just stand there, staring up at the clouds,
in this world that seems so fragile.
But actually, it's stronger then it's ever been,
because it's surviving winter.