Winter makes the mountain tops appear
like a bad advertisement
for the Men's Hair Club.

The bare trees stick out
like the few strands left
on a bald man's head.
 
I hate the mountain tops when they look
like that. I wish they had baseball hats
or newsboy's flat caps to cover them over.
 
And I'm certain that those trees shiver
from the icy winds that blow across
sparse bare boughs.
 

At least there's hope —
my bald head will never
see spring return again.