Your branches have shed their leafs of summer green
and now you darn a cloak of winter's pearl white
in place of green grass at your gnarled roots
in the pristine snow are marks of animal hooves
winter's sun shines down with reflected iridescent glare
hoar frost, coats and weights down your clothed limbs
lovely hanging ice crystals looking good enough to eat
resembling rock candy on christmas tree sprigs and twigs
morning frost on a ice pond resemble stain glass panes
a quiet most prevalent pervades the chilled air
waterfalls freeze in a frozen cascade as if in mid leap
mother nature in her gown of frosty white  sleeps
as father time creeps ever forward towards spring thaw