Winter time romantics is not exclusive to the people world alone
it exists and flourishes nature too, though unseen, in meadows or hills
did you know that bardic love letters are secretly unfurled
in our ever wondrous and benevolent trees, silent in winter's chill?


In wintertime trees secretly disperse
subliminal love letters, day or night
tiny whispers, curled up in echoed flight
lonely, fragile branches clinging close
shivering beneath ice and snow bursts

Trees fling these romantic love wisps
when world around them turns barren, cold
when each branch seems forlorn and lost
and they long to hold the majesty of lofty
breezes whistling through their leafy hair
and memories of Autumn's glittering gold
crowned their glory of natural beauty legacies
for tree lovers and sightseer's centuries old

Spring infuses and enchants trees
with joy and relief, and ever so elatedly
out pop love escorts in eager budding bloom
leaf after leaf, tree after tree, to behold
and graciously accorded gratitude to them
by earthly bards and writers like you and me