Snowy lace

The trees are being vain again,
proud to don this snowy lace.
Even bland trees can attain
pompousness and showiness.

After dead leaves left the branches
depressing and unsightly naked,
a second life and newborn chances
came in white, so long awaited.

Now the trees are caped in veils,
chunks of dreamy, winter clouds.
They glisten, sparkle, these coattails
strapping trunks to the ground.

The branches are so graceful now,
showing off their icy gloves.
Diamond necklace and crystal crown,
dignified, blessed and loved.

The magic might end fairly soon;
the costumes, like love, dissipate.
The Sun will burn both at high noon
but it was worth the burn, while it lasted.







©2018 Troy Towns


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