Emerald Angels

We are in our first week of Winter.  To some, that is a depressing thought.   But, it’s hope that can really keep us going.  At least that works for me.   While I try to enjoy what Winter brings, I always look forward to the idea of the hope of Spring.    I wrote this poem one year as fall was winding down and we were heading into the grips of a northern U.S. winter.  Even though we were going to have weeks and weeks of seriously chilly winds and snowy trees, each day I looked forward to the excitement of seeing our green trees again (the Emerald Angels).

  Emerald Angels

Flowers bow their gentle heads

Their rainbows fade

As warm days find their rest

Green blankets whiten beneath

The frost

As the chills breathes crystal coatings

On the crackling winds of winter

Brown statues stand bare but strong

Still reach out – protecting

Past sunrise and


Fiery hopes of new tomorrows

When emerald angels rise again.



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