“Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday’s dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock spring’s sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow.”
~ Nelda Hartmann (American poet, in “January Morn”)
Shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& watchful winter wonderer)