No matter how cold and it miserable gets, I will always look forward to winter trees. These gorgeous geometric complexities are always there, but throughout leaf season they are hidden from view. I love that we get over half a year to enjoy these spectacles in all kinds of light, in silhouette, black on blacker, gray on blue, dark on light. They sway, they clack; they are outlined in detail with snow, or encased in ice, or dripping with sparkling thaw. Birds flit amongst the designs, every perch wonderfully observable.
If you get feeling down about winter, spend some time appreciating winter trees.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.