Closed Wounds
Spring may be here, the trees may be budding, but branches are still gaping open-mouthed from their winter wounds. Split, shorn and lightened by a snow storm that happened almost two months ago now, the trees are ready for new life. Ready for their camouflage of green. In a few weeks the damage will be obscured. But I will remember the broken places. I will feel tenderly toward those trees.
2 thoughts on “Closed Wounds”
I love seeing the scraggy, gnarled, bent branches of "raw" trees in winter. The white-barked sycamores, for example, are so distinct from their summer "camoflaged" appearance that it is as if they were different trees in those competing seasons. Perhaps they love coming alive in spring as much as we do?
Trees are so beautiful in winter, especially those that stand alone in a field.