Empty Orchard remembering Bruce Catean

We are so lost without your happy, clever and sar-comic ornament 
It's so cold and bleak here today
Time has stopped and the Orchard is dormant,
Without fruit, or color, or your generous infectious way.
In our long winter's grief of frozen, lifeless fields
Will you, dear fine brother, once again create belief
That the Spring will bring again, 
Your warmth, color and generous yields.