Naked Trees and Winter Snow
what freaks of nature
they may seem to be—
tall trees—aerial
bark skeletons
of well-seasoned wood...
well-seasoned wood
piercing the skies...
casting weird shadows
across the terrain—
their statuesque stillness...a
poised assurance of the coming
spring resurrection: if only we too…
could stand in such blessed assurance.
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