Winter Reveries

Laying asleep, in bed one night,
As I dreamt about the sun,
Unbeknownst to me, outside,
A snowfall had begun.

A silent winter night it was,
or at least it would have been,
if not for snowflakes touching down,
Outside of my house, unseen.

I woke to find the shining sun,
Reflecting on the freshly fallen snow.
Hues of orange, yellow, and pink,
from the rising sun will show.

And as I step onto the porch,
to immerse myself in winter air,
I see the old oak trees, surrounding me,
Wise men, with white winter hair.

Their branches creaking as they sway,
Stretching out in the morning breeze,
For they, too, have just awoken,
With aching backs, and shaking knees.

But every morn, they're standing tall,
and sometimes on peaceful winter days,
If you stand quietly, in their company,
They'll tell you their secrets, you can learn their ways.

To become one with your surroundings,
Living quietly, simply as nature intended,
To freely mingle with the world about,
You'll find your tattered soul, soon, mended.