I can see
the elegant beauty
in the bare bones of the trees
why is it
so hard to see the beauty
in the bare bones of me
perhaps
I see the spring
inside the winter
in the
ice-covered
lacy boughs
and know
without hesitation
what rebirth is to come
perhaps
I need to envision
the spring inside this winter
in the
saddened
longing heart
and trust
without doubting
what the future has in store
