Timbrrrr

 

 

 

 

 

At 10:35 the apple tree died

Weighed down by the ice and the snow.

At midnight, while the moon chose to hide,

The plum and maple decided to go.

Whether ‘twas the weather or solidarity show,

The icicle gleaming branches all began to bow.

The laurel bent down,

More nests on the ground

And we still have plenty of winter to go