Fall. Winter. Spring.

It’s hard to tell when the wind is blowing

when there are no leaves in the trees,

branches bare

Take a closer look

                the tip top of the trees are swaying,

flittering,

dancing in the breeze

The tree is so barren

                you can see right through it

Fall is here

                winter is coming

Nothing

What once was so lush and vibrant

                no longer gets the attention

                nothing sets it apart or

                makes it stand out

It has lost everything

                that once made it beautiful and

                now has gone into hiding

Though it may seem dormant

                just wait

New life,

                The unveiling comes in the spring