[Total-Blam-Blam]

The tree stood there,
Lamenting its loss.
Without its leafy blanket,
Without, even, moss.

Now its branches are bare,
The wind blowing cold.
Frost creeping over,
As cruel winter takes hold.

Now something is stirring,
Awakening inside.
New life is forming,
As leaves open wide.

Now warm in its blanket,
Without any strife.
The tree stands there,
Celebrating its life.

[Venomous Vixen]

Hi and welcome to the site! I see you have already started commenting on other works around the place, a few more and we can get this one published for you! If you have any questions please feel free to PM them to me or leave them here. In the meantime let me get to editing this...

Now its branches are bare,
The wind blowing cold.
Frost creeping over,
As cruel winter took hold.

I would suggest you change this to "takes" since it seems the piece is written in this present tense, not the past.

Now warm in its blanket,
Without any strife.
The tree stood there,
Celebrating its life.

and again, the same thing. I would change this to "stands" there to keep the tense the same throughout.

Otherwise, it looks ready to go!

[Venomous Vixen]

This piece is rather beautiful, and I got a clear image of a tree after fall, branches bare as it trembles in the breeze to the first buds of spring. Congrats on your first posted piece and I am looking forward to more! I would not change a thing about this one

[Nupur]

Well done Total. It was simple and effective. I could picture it too. Good flow. Keep posting here. I'm looking forward to more of your work.

[RENA HANDS]

Bravo! You had an idea and managed to illustrate it elegantly with such selective vocabulary.

You mean ‘its,’ here…

Without (its) leafy blanket,

I rate 4/5!