By: onechapteraway

Winner of Winter Memories Contest for SeasonalReads' Prompt

The maple has lost its red

it's spread out in the snow,

the ginkgo gold has already frozen

in rigid waves on the lake.

The birch leaves do not want to leave

so leans heavily the tender branch

and only the fir tree carries almost stoic

the white load that fell early.

From so high up and yet so close like dots big and small,

comes floating silently joyful happiness and love therefore.

Single and paired breathe down,

the thinnest branches are feathered over,

the smallest cracks, trusting and becomes optimistic

easy to difficult, small to big.

Swinging slightly over the meadow a

snowflake. Who knows where free your

thoughts, prance wrapped in snow and

disappear again like the flake.

The snow lies wonderfully on the wide field.

Wonderful to wade through the first lane.

The wind blows around your ears;

wonderful, everything is frozen over.