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nominated by Misawa for a contest in the Nomination Station...Thank you, Misawa! |
| Dark and cold, bleak December In winter’s spite the trees remember They stand steadfast, reach for the sky Through open arms the wind will cry Mighty roots clutch to the earth The passing seasons strengthen worth All of time lives in the tree And hints of life that’s yet to be Through storm, through winter and discontent Their souls remain resilient Through every limb of every tree Wind and snow weave majesty From white-capped meadow to frosted glass All have seen this darkness pass The window’s panes overlook the snow The frosted eyes set all aglow Steady embers, gentle flame Relieving chill, he says her name Snow collects on windowsill As hours pass and time stands still **************************************************** Link to additions to this poem
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