it be my gauge of seasonal changes

I have this tree, that be my favourite.

that whenever i look in its direction it knows to capture me

...in so many ways.

it be my gauge of life...it knows to tell stories

...tales wondrous.

and thus....

when Winter knows to settle in
ravaging be its arrival of the seasons before
for in its starkness be the reveal of a skeletal beauty

Mother Nature knows to possess.
the bark of a tree, the twigs and branches that reach out inviting
now stand exposed and naked...
a few leaves clinging in remembrance of the Summer past.
proudly be Winter in its swoops of cold fronts
crisp mornings
calling for a cosiness of spirit
a snuggling of lovers
a caressing of closeness
an expression of intimacy so unique to Winter itself.
those duvets and blankets heavy in their texture of warmth
a peeping out from under the covers in trepidation
sticking a foot out to test the coolness of the air
squealing in  delight as the cold nibbles at toes exposed.
now
who would ever not welcome Winter
for it does bring its challenges worthy of addressing
under the covers of a warm bed...

RB.