Wise trees stand sleeping

It was autumn when we left, summer where we went, and winter now we're back. So here, for now, is a winter poem, “Winter Trees,” by William Carlos Williams. 

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.