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.