Winter Branches

[Diamond_Dog]

When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;

They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind,
The little twigs flare beautiful and restful and kind;

Clear-cut and certain they rise, with summer past,
For all that trees can ever learn they know now, at last;

Slim and black and wonderful, with all unrest gone by,
The stripped tree-boughs comfort me, drawn clear against the sky.

-Margaret Widdemer

[Journeyman]

1. Wow. Wonderful poem to accompany a great shot . . .

[Diamond_Dog]

3. Thank you Journeyman

I used to be a Journeyman in a Union shop when I worked years ago, even though I am a woman

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. Thank you, my dear Diamond_Dog, for the gorgeous photo and the wonderful poem!

They fit together like hand in glove.

An exquisite pair.

[Diamond_Dog]

4. Thank you Peggy!

I had fun putting the two mages together.

[George McGovern]

5. Nice Diamond. Real nice.

[Diamond_Dog]

6. Thank you so much, George!