Solitude in Winter

Solitude in winter
the apparently withered poplar
with tan, brittle leaves
and brown textured trunk
fixed to earth, merged in earth,
below heavy wet snow blanket.

As sun progresses to zenith
the quiet stately tree
is transformed…
a golden being with lofty crown
stretching toward heaven,
and a brightening hope swells
in the Heart.

– Steve Ridley
11-92