Nature, Etcetera

Nature, Etcetera

I worry
About
My
Holly
Tree.
The
Spikey
Leaves
Turn
Brittle
Brown,
And 
Fall
To
The
Ground
All
Around.
I’ve
Feared
The
Worst,
But
Lo,
A
First.
Today
I see
Blossoms
Forming,
White
And
Small,
So,
After
All,
If
I hold
A
Hopeful
Breath,
The
Holly
May
Yet
Cheat
Death.