Bare winter trees
branches etched
into the sky
frost crunching
then deluges
of wind-driven rain
drenching every step.

And yet
of rebirth
poking through
the weathered detritus
of long-gone autumn
and at the full moon
Tu Bishvat
the 15th day of Sh’vat
Rosh Ha-Shanah La-Ilanot
New Year for The Trees
reminding me – us
that in every buried root
the sap is rising
new life is stirring
in a few short weeks
will give way
to Spring.

Elli Tikvah Sarah