FIRST SNOW

The first snow of Winter pelts my home.
The walls shudder with each frigid blast.
I sit inside, cold and chilled,
Wondering how long this storm will last.

The storm’s decreased to flurries and gusts
And already the worst is past.
The temperature has slowed its drop
And the snow threatens to stop.

But the trees continue to moan.
They literally screech and groan
In the airs turbulent flow
Just outside my window.

The green leaves marking Summers soft days
Have passed their separate ways.
Frosted red and yellow, brown and rust,
Unwilling victims of the violent gusts.

They’re tossed and tumbled,
Mixed and jumbled,
Finally coming to rest,
Perhaps to warm some Creature's nest.

But by the Spring their fate will be the same,
Crumbled and returned to Earth,
Where they’re picked up once more,
And given new life, in Spring's new birth.

But watching the trees
As they shudder and shake,
It’s hard to think
Of the Sun's warm glow.

And I wonder
How much more they’ll take
Of the forceful wind
And the icy snow.

The trees have learned to bend
In the Wintry blasts,
Though they must wonder
If each sway is their last.

But if they can think
As we surely can,
They know that the Creator watches them
As He does each Man.

Endure Life’s Winters
yet know that they’ll end,
And Spring's warm Sun
Will cause each wound to mend.

Life has its cycles
For us as for the trees,
And we won’t see the Good
Unless bent to our knees.

Don’t waste your time
In self pity and Hate.
Your scowls might chase off
A change of Fate.

Bend as the trees,
Yet realize your self worth.
You might gain new Life
In your Spirit's rebirth!
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