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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Blown Avatar
December 8, 2018 at 4:05 PM
snow on the trees and the bowed bushes make the cold stillness appear a 3d 'life' form...strikingly beautiful
Lowe Avatar
December 9, 2018 at 4:05 PM
So true! Thanks, sand blown. As I sit here looking out through the window, it snowing here in Virginia. Beautiful! I just pray that all will have a blessed day; free from harm and free from causing harm. Peace and Love, Millard Lowe.
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