The history of Prosperous Snow written for the group Reminiscences
In my Grandfather's yard
stood an ancient cottonwood,
gnarled with age,
its roots exposed to the elements.
its special beauty,
released cotton feathers
to float upon warm air currents.
from weathered roots grew
its essence reborn
in distinctive leaves and bark.
Winter bestowed a stately elegance,
as naked branches
in the wind.
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