Even though ... God still is

The land
lays
like death ...
bleak
desolate
naked and bare.

The hills
are not alive
like
in the
"Sound of Music."

Alas,
it is still winter
with patches
of ice
lakes and rivers
still frozen over
with trees
like sticks
protruding

white birch trees
add
but slight coloration
to the
stark dullness
of the
landscape.

Even the
sun's
shining rays
do not
filter
through the
cloudy skies.

But still,
God is.
... above, beyond, over
all.

I must remember.