Prompt: When I look up at a tree_____.
Result: the fourth seasonal poem, companion to Seduction of Spring, Summation of Summer, and Ablution of Autumn!
Woes of Winter
Bent double under weights of winter
The weeping giant hangs her head
Face in hands yet nonetheless
Her icy tears drip through
Naked now, bereft and barren
She still stands strong and
A mother always
Provides shelter from the storm