The Threat of a Late Winter's Storm
Delicate verdant leaves on the Weeping Willow dance in the brisk wind like a harem dancer's
sheer covering. The sighing of the pines sounds like a cymbal gently playing. As rain
droplets sparse and large touch bounce upon late winter's earth, gray amassed clouds pass
over at a moderate rate speed...Then stillness__Is this the quiet before the major storm or
only a repose giving the turbulance a break from blowing in the storm from the west? The
Star Magnolia that was devoid of flowers yesterday fifteen open in different stages..Will the
harsh wind and rain destroy their beauty and let only such a brief life be theirs? The
Japanese Magnolia has flowers open in different stages with more on it than ever a year
before..The Bradford Pear buds opened during the cold late winter's night gracing all who
pass with their gracious beauty...Yes, as in life the storm did blown with harsh winds and
chilling rain...Damage was done to the lovely spring buds and blooms..After the storm, the
survivors were hanging on with a quiet strenght..
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