Today's poem is The Coming of the Cold by Theodor Roethke, and you can read it here
The photo is a tree that stands in the centre of paved area where people gather to chat, close to a parade of shops, and overlooking a play park. It was the stark, near bareness, of the branches that struck me.
And a prayer...
God who created all things,
Who grants the earth its winter rest.
Even when all seems dark, and stark, and devoid of life...
Grant us, too, the renewing of hope and the re-creation of joy.