Covered

Winter comes makes bare the trees
Just that when they should be ashamed
A miracle falls white from the sky
Clothing branches in baptismal garb

How much more you and I

Afraid of exposure

When our leaves doubtless fall

Our vitality reseeds to hide in waiting

Our colors fade and hair drops

Just then, silvery-white crowns

Less vivacious frame and

The glowing of the Next place takes over lighting the face

That they much more should see

He leaves no one uncovered

Lydiangeline

Dec 2, 2021