Trees--By Linda Hurdwell--England

Trees

Branches stretch on a Winter morn

Cold and empty, naked, forlorn.

Longing for the Spring to arrive

So fruit and blossom can survive.

Birds hang their beds upon the boughs

Of tolerant trees that help somehow.

A giant friend that stands so still

Through wind and hailstones, until

Summer bends her head with charm

So leaves grow thick on hanging arms.

Of trees that are wide and tall

While some remain spindly, small.

And nature shines with great delight

Admiring such a wondrous sight.

Trees that are continually on show

Bending with pride because they know

The world without them would be quite bare

Our breath is pure while they are there.

Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years. She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born.  She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published. Although now a pensioner, she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week. Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.