Sleep is Nigh

The birch is bare,
White stalks against a stark blue sky ~
Crisp is the air,
The time to sleep is nigh.

The snow will come,
To hide the fields of green,
And my heart sighs some,
As I think on summer’s sheen.

But in the midst of winter
I’ll still stand strong and fair;
My roots are deep,
My lofty reach
Is set, new buds to bear.