Serenity

I will never tire of the trees

They are my friends 

And speak to me

They wrap around me 

As I meander the path

The pines stand majestic

Tall and proud

While the others are resting

Awaiting Spring

Their barren branches

Will soon have buds

But the sap is still flowing

Inside their trunks

Their presence brings comfort

From the snow and the cold

Their steadfast stillness

Soothes my soul

I eagerly anticipate

When they are in bloom

But I savor these moments

Of sweet serenity

When they share their secrets

Silently with me

MAL 2/3/19

Written mostly while walking (12 small laps) and transcribed to paper from memory and completed after the walk.