Bare branches
Stripped
By whipping winds of winter
With cold air arrives
Sprinkling of snow
Dusting branches like
Powered sugar on
Mom's warm brownies
Reminiscent of
Warmth, welcome home
So far away now
Cold
Alone
Starkly beautiful
Lightly covered
Soft blanket of
Snow
Solitary
Yet never truly
Alone
Gently dancing
With wind
Whispering through winter
"The sun will come out
Again"