Buds of Today

The winter forest was garnished with evergreen.
Treetops stretch their skeletal stick like fringe towards a paling sky.
Long have they stood amongst the revolving seasons.
Buds, bloom, leaves, fall, death.....
The forest feeling every passing soul's now cold breath.
I walk with a yearning desire as time approaches the end of year another year.
I abandon fear.
I'm no longer waiting for winters tomorrow.
In my heart's garden I choose the buds of today.......