Cheerless noons

As barren as the trees
on today's chosen path
i feel a void.

Dry, brown and dead
chill leaves rustle
branches grope lifeless.

As each shriveled leaf
holds against cold winds
withered feelings stir.

The trees bare
of thought sing misery
in the sound of wind.

As seasons change
time seems to stumble
devoid of desire

The moon waxes, wanes
Sunlight on earth
warms yet burns.

Yet for some who wait
spring will come
blossoms will flower.