Mohawk On Display

Alone I stand, naked and bare
Beside a well-tread road
My clothes (when I need them most
In this shivering cold)
Have been scattered by the wind
Beyond my reach

Travelers pass
And remark on my beauty
(My bare limbs, covered in snow)
With no regard for my feelings
My pain

So year after year
I must brave the Winter alone
Drawing courage from my rings
(One for each year I’ve survived)

And if I’m still here in Spring
(When Mother awakens)
I’ll get pretty new green clothes
And another ring for my finger
Another year to go