A tree’s perspective

I come in different shapes

and sizes. You can be sure

that with me, there aren’t

too many surprises.

It doesn’t matter

which way I appear.

The same routine

unfolds each year.

When autumn comes

around my fingers and

toes change colors.

I am the envy of

quite a few others.

When the wind turns

sharp and cold, Jack Frost

whispers through the air,

My limbs develop a skeletal flair.

I’m left to collect winter's snow.

Perhaps I’ll wear lights and glow.

Spring is in the air

when my buds begin to bloom;

The ground starts to soften

revealing nature's sloom.

This when we can be sure that

warm nights are coming soon.

The sun shines brighter,

warming my outstretched arms

As spring quietly approaches

promising all of its charms.