• Ghosts of shadows
    Caress the ground
    The aspens sit motionless
    With nary a sound
    A tranquil sweet place
    With wonders unknown
    Serene and demure
    Each tree stands alone
    The snow’s blinding white
    Holds wonders within
    A new seed of life
    Just waiting to begin
    Of all of these trees
    Only time will tell
    As to what lies under
    Winter’s white spell