It is freezing!
Ice covers cars. Icy fog fills the air.
Miniscule icicles cover the privet bush, turning innocent leaves to nettles.
One step outside is all it will take for the cold to bite into your being – yet the tree, stripped bare of leaves, has each branch beautified by the harshness of winter.
Even living through the coldest days, battling with the season, there is beauty.
You may feel cut to the bone, just surviving, so much lost, emotions exposed, ragged, living through your harshest season – but beauty can still be seen upon you.
The younger the tree, the thinner the branches, the more delicately the frost covers – as if caring for the fragile state.
Bruised – but not broken.