The slow embrace of snow
is gone,
the world seeks out the summer.
A windblown sculptor's dream
defines the day.
And trees encased in ice still wait
to contemplate their thawing ;
silence lingers
in still and sleeping
dreaming winter morning
NsB 14-03-03
"Trees"
Friday, March 14, 2003
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