Mother Nature’s closet is bare,
Exposing bones, flaws and secrets.
She’s vulnerable and cold,
Enduring days of gray
Fasting from the sun’s warmth;
Enduring nights of stern chilling stillness,
Daunted by beckoning escapes blinking in the blackness overhead.
Refreshing rains hide, accessories for more colorful attire.
Drizzling lullabies with sharp icy choruses reign.
Can winter delight her?
Perhaps – with a wardrobe of textures as she rustles with impatience through field and forest searching for warmth, light, life.
Perhaps not – without napping under robes of white and dreaming of blue heavens and rainbows of promise.
Anticipating spring’s parade, she’ll endure.