The yellows, oranges, and reds of fall
Are a distant memory
The green sprouts and white and pink blossoms
Not yet awakened from slumber
Why explore the bare and brown?
In the barren is the beauty 

Devoid of leaves
The tree trunk takes a sharp
Horizontal right turn
Large branches reach 
Appearing to cradle the sky in its hand

The cliff line displays intricate patterns 
Cut deep into the rock by ancient waters 
Large imposing rocks 
Once a part of the mighty cliff
Now settles into the dirt below
Covered in a heavy layer
Of soft, plush moss

The vibrance of spring, summer, and fall
Capture all the attention 
But the barren is the beauty