The slow embrace of snow
is gone, the world 
            seeks out the summer
a windblown sculptor's dream
                  defines the day;
         the silence lingers
And trees encased in ice still wait 
                       to contemplate their thawing  
How sweet to touch, 
              to taste the still and sleeping
winter morning
		NsB 13-03-03
			"Trees"

now feeling:: mellow