Winter Trees Poem by Dianne Feaver

Winter brings a sudden sorrow
now family stands like winter trees,
all trembling limbs and rusted leaves,
somber shadows on the snow.

What sharp-edged storm could not recede
and spare the sapling barely grown,
its keening wind and cutting blow,
too deeply felt to yet believe?

Here comfort lies in the severed leaf
that fell to earth to rest below;
Gone as winter trees weep low
to a quiet place and wild release.