One New Poem

The pale moonlight shines down through the branches,
And illuminates my path.
The sky is clear, the stars shine with brilliance
On this wintry eve,
No snow has fallen, no no snow will fall,
As I walk along this lonely path,
I look up to see a tree with the light shine down
through it highlighting either life or death,
Full branches or bare.

The lonely branches scream out for spring
Calling, waiting for it to come,
So that they can burst with new life.
Spring is in bloom,
Just like a perfectly timeless rose,
Blooming to show its serene beauty to all,
But never wilting, never taking its life cycle
Fully.
The birds call out from the branches,
Whistling a pretty melody
That blends together into the
Song of nature that we hear
And sometimes long for when
Life gets busy, Too busy.

Suddenly a cold chill brings me back to reality,
Spring has not yet bloomed like that timeless rose.
It is still winter,
The chill reaches to us,
And the wind rustles the branches of bare trees.
Spring will still come,
All life takes its course.
The seasons must do so also.