Winter’s Trees
Outside, bare trees dance in the gusty storms
Stripped naked by Mother Nature,
Frozen by Jack Frost,
Glistening with dew drops
Sparkling with snowflakes
Waiting for Springtime to come
And dress them in the new season’s colours.
Inside, busy trees stand to attention
Overdressed in bright, brash baubles
Laden with light bulbs
Glistening with glitter
Sparkling with tinsel
Waiting for Santa to come
And leave sackfuls of toys in their shadow.
Stripped naked by Mother Nature,
Frozen by Jack Frost,
Glistening with dew drops
Sparkling with snowflakes
Waiting for Springtime to come
And dress them in the new season’s colours.
Inside, busy trees stand to attention
Overdressed in bright, brash baubles
Laden with light bulbs
Glistening with glitter
Sparkling with tinsel
Waiting for Santa to come
And leave sackfuls of toys in their shadow.
This poem is copyright (©) Morna Sullivan 2023
About the Writer
Morna Sullivan
Morna Sullivan has always had a love of stories and has been reading and writing stories and poems since she could read and write. She is a member of the Coney Island Writers Group and a SCWBI member regularly attending the Belfast chapter meetings. She has recently taken over as SCBWI Regional Advisor (Ireland) leading a team of volunteers supporting children’s writers and illustrators across Ireland.
