The Tree

In late September I lay on my couch and watched
The lovely old tree in my neighbors yard.
Taller than the house, rich and green.

All through October and November I watched. 
By December the tree was
Barren but still beautiful,
As it reached its black fingers to the winter sky. 

I saw it white with snow and lacy frost,
A Northland Queen.
Through January, February, and March
In the winter wind I watched. 

As April came and life stirred
In the majestic old tree,
I knew when it was once more rich and green,
​I would be well again.