Winter Lace

The summer's leaves are mostly gone

(south for the winter, so to speak--
they're mostly lying on the cold, bare lawn)

Sigh
Why?

L'chol z'man, to everything there is a season
It's not much comfort, but that's the reason

So I thank Hashem for evergreens
that liven up the winter scenes

And though the winter wind may sometimes whip across my face
still, I console myself by gazing up at winter's lace
The lacy tracery of trees' bare branches e'er so high
is winter lace that beautifies the gray expanse of sky