The trees were bare…devoid of leaf
Straggly and stark…in bold relief
Lackluster limbs against the sky
That winters day
 
But though gay dresses had been lost
Replaced…by borrowed gowns of frost
Due to their trappings..blown off…tossed
I saw beyond
 
To where a cyclopean eye
Of burnished bronze lit up the sky
And lingering darkness…challenged thus
Was forced to fly
 
And beauty placed on mountain slope
Her golden diadem of hope
Transformed my thought..from bleak to blessed
Because I saw
 
That I a winter tree must be
Void of superficiality
That others…when they look at me
See through
To where… the Son-rise glows
And worship You