'Naked In The Wind' Poem by Linda Winchell

Standing naked in the cold of wind
lives my lonely young maple tree.
Its leaves all gone, with Autumn now upon
brings a shivering chill down to my knees.

How do you make it through all you do?
Standing tall in the cold?
With all the birds and squirrels that nest in you?
How do trees make it to become so old?

Bending but not breaking,
through the gails of winds gusts.
Bugs gnawing and damaging your skins outer trunks crust.

I'll cover you with an old warm blanket I have
it will make me feel so much better
and you won't look so tree nakedly clad.

I can't wait to see you all in your Spring of green
to fill the nakedness of your branches, now leaf picked clean.
For the beauty is when you are all dressed you know?
as I look out my window and see your leaves on the ground
in their browns and yellow gold blow.