Jan 24 2009
Snow on the Evergreens
The boughs of the pine bend low
Laden, they are, with snow.
The fir and the hemlock, and even the spruce
Long to shake their wet burden loose.
But the sun is their friend
And sees how they bend
So sends them a ray to lighten their day
And help their load slide quickly away.
For a few more hours while daylight still shines
The tree lifts it limbs and stretches, the pines
The hemlock, the spruce and even the fir
Their sighs through the woods can be heard.
The chill of the night surrounds them again
The frost coats them lightly, not making them bend
The night is cold, yet snow does not come
And the forest sleeps on awaiting the sun.
Ann St. Martin Stout
Jan. 2009
