Winter
We saw the barren elm in gray despair
In wet drifting fog, the talons reaching
Nebulous vapor in the slicing air,
Then to disappear, our hearts beseeching
Every emerald leaf to cluster there:
Reappear anew, spring gospels preaching.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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