Winter fruit

As we approach winter's longest days there is hope and rebirth:
David Guyot writes:
"My mom's words seem appropriate"

A Promise of Spring by Esther Kaldahl Guyot:

"The promise of spring is already here
Even when winter has barely begun
The buds on the trees, tightly sealed, were in place
Just waiting for springtime and warmth of the sun
To burst their tight buds
and to open them wide
Revealing their secret, no longer to hide
The promise of but-time
and leaf-time inside."

(Please excuse the not-quite perfect photo/illustration)