Stripped bare
Naked, waiting, silent, abandoned
Crows nest upon our limbs
We are Spring Trees
New leaves of color, seasonal hope
Filled with life and movement
clothed again
We are Summer Trees
Sweating in the heat and humidity
Languid limbs in the heat
creaking in the relentless sun
We are Autumn Trees
Embracing our slow coming death
Windswept and stripped
The confident cold our destiny
We are Winter Trees...
wkm
Oxford MS
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