waxing poetic...

"... a desolate wasteland of barren trees" Hmmm, that almost sounds like a poem. Of does this sound better: "A desolate wasteland of wintry death"? or how about, "A wasteland of depression, the wet, gray sky mourning the Summer that is no longer there"...

Hmmmm, I think we have something here... "The Earth now languishes for her one True Love, Summer, who has been taken away from her. No longer are the hot nights that Summer brought to Earth. Those nights, passion rippled in the air, and the full moon beamed indulgently upon the two Lovers. Even the Stars twinkled merrily at Earth and shone more brightly. In Summer's presence, the icy fingers of Cold and Sadness could not reach Earth, and she was happy. Those days, the Earth's radiance shone in every flower, and every Tree stood with arms outstretched, embracing Summer. The Earth's joy bubbled out with laughter from every river and stream. For when Summer visited the Earth, he brought magic to the air; but he was gone now, imprisoned by Winter, the cruel cousin of Cold and Sadness. And so the Earth weeps; the trees droop with sadness, their beautiful coats ripped away by Cold's bands of theiving Winds. And the flowers have long since gone, forced to hide under the cover of Earth. Even the Rivers laugh no longer; but remain silent, waiting for Summer to return and bring his joy and warmth to Earth. Waiting and hoping for the happy day when Spring defeats Winter and releases Summer from Winter's icy dungeon. When that day comes, the flowers will once again emerge from Earth's protecting wing, and the Trees, cloaked again in their splendor, will give a welcoming home to the birds that will bring Singing back to Earth's heart. For with the return of Summer, the magic will be back, and Earth's heart will be alive once more."

Perhaps that will chase away the winter blahs.