Prayers of the Winter Trees
Donned in white prayer’s dress,
trees pause before the long pray,
as the morning walker admires
bright jewels on their heads.
What might they harbor in their
white coats?
A squirrel peeps out
from its tree home, like
a shivering child begging for coins.
Have you mailed the check yet?
The trees taunt low.
Holiday dinner ought to be in time.
Hurrying down the trail,
listen to them pray for
the winter creatures and all.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
I like the squirrel/child simile
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Thank you so much, Derrick.
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Love the idea of trees praying, all dressed in baptismal /communion white. Lovely.
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A very timley poem since we woke up to snow this morning. But hopefully we have a few more weeks before the trees are covered for the season.
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Thank you so much, Jane.
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