Loma Marjorie Cook
Oh now, in winter's beautiful time,
I love the evergreen the pink
That harbors securely little birds and me.
I crave the harbor of each tree.
Other trees whose branches, though bare they seem,
Holding sweet life within cold limb,
Teach me, by example, what I must do
To withstand outer storms that brew
Malignancy, tenor, fears of life.