Laid barren by the Fall,
Swaying gently in the cruel wind,
Fake slumber and patiently wait.
Phloem and xylem stir sluggishly
As the cells drink Summer’s wages.
Naked under bitter Winter’s skies,
They give evidence of hope for Spring.
Reiterations of Nature’s design
For rivers and dendrites and split ends.
The eye knows the lonely, fragile, dying limbs;
Yet the heart sees their graceful subliminal youth.
(excerpted from Minna Pegeen)