On a cloudy, showery day
with overcast and gloomy skies,
the wooded spaces have a certain gleam –
an otherworldly brightness
in contrast to the dark.
As spring returns,
the ghost trees linger:
holding tight to leaves from yesteryear –
no sign of green among them,
only sun-bleached transparency remains.
Are they reluctant to let go
of memories of warmer times
and sunnier, carefree days –
or are they protecting the tiny buds
that soon will come, again?
Either way, they know and value
the reason for their existence –
providing a sheltered place in the forest
filled with life and growth –
for that which was, and also is to come.