The
walker strides the wintry streets,
escapes
back home from wind and rain
finding
a nest less harsh than the rest
of
town where crowds congeal again
The
trees look sullen from the window,
no
tree wants to stand alone
with no other trees, no fallen leaves,
warming its unforested feet
Yet trees in spring bud out once more
freshening murky city air,
patiently
rooted they shade our ways,
humbly
earning our thanks and praise