The winter was grey and cold.
The wind blew through the bare branches with a forlorn whispering sound like ghosts trying to tell their lives to the living. Show drifted in small white streaks through the dead grasses and sere frozen landscape. February had the world in its grip.

And yet two months later the barren trees began to turn yellow and pale green as the sun began to warm them once again, the tender shoots emerging from their winter sleep.

Gradually the spring brought a sense of re-leaf.

Yeah, I know it was a bit of a stretch. Let's see you do better.
( Wanderer, Fri 21 Dec 2012, 4:51, Reply)