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,
unlike springs sap to flow, buds, new leaves then blooms will grow.
~Nelda Hartmann~
And a wordless "HELLO" to you. Lovely picture.
ReplyDeleteIt seems I can't help being 'Wordy' on Wordless Wednesday. Especially when the poem has the perfect words for the picture.
DeleteI like the bare branches with a trace of snow. Lovely picture and poem. Perfect for a bleak January day
ReplyDeleteAs I browsed through my watercolor portfolio, I thought the same thing about this painting. It is a small painting...about 8x10. I wonder if I painted it on a bleak January day back around 1993.
DeleteBeautiful picture and poem. Great reminder that Spring will come.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pam...nice to have that optimistic outlook of Spring will come.
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