Buck-naked branches
of nature’s rooted skeletons
stoically raise bared arms—
piercing chilled skies.
All around and through their spaces,
the wrath of winter reveals once hidden
scenes that the leaves of summer and spring
so cleverly concealed from discerning eyes.
Despite the seemingly depressive cold sight
this could be—this “spoiler alert”—of nature’s
circadian rhythms—warms our hearts, fuel our faith
and keeps alive our hopes—We awaiting the unseen
justice and liberty we hope the new seasons will bring.