How could I take pleasure in them?
How could my heart skip a beat as I see a landscape of them?
What is so special about them?
Could it be the backdrop of this blue river
or the blue sky streaked with fluffy clouds?
or their earthly tones and the array of winter flowers
or extensive green grass underneath them?
I think I know--bare as they are yet they paint
a picturesque rustic romance.
Yes, I think I know-bare as they are yet they create
a spiritual solace in my mind and searching soul.
And one more thing...I know when spring comes
they will come alive like me...
when the winter cold is over.
From L.R.Blanco's Strings of Words and Solitude
