Silent Statues

Weeks ago, trees were dying. Their leaves were fallen, dead, and ugly. Trees’ spindly fingers were eerie, knobby, and utterly pitiful. They looked like the fingers of someone about to die of very old age, unable to do anything, unable to care for themselves, begging for death to come.
Now winter is here to stay. People may like eerie trees for their Halloween, but I prefer their winter forms. They all look like sculptures, like a monument to their life. They seem to be reaching peacefully, and patiently in the dark negative temperatures of Alaska.