There is something so distinctly vulnerable
About the naked trees in a winter forest
Hugging tight as one againest the frosty mornings
Whilst the christmas robins sing out their chorus

Scars exposed, out in the open 
Pain not hidden but highlighted
Through the beautiful intertwining of branches
Their freedom no longer blighted

Winter Forest

Daytime sun floods supposed futures
Moonlight reveals regrets
Stars sparkle bittersweet memories 
Wind blown words slip past ginger lips
Rain soaks all these dusty thoughts
Hail batters hard againest
Already weathered hearts.