image courtesy of Winter Trees
"Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January mornlook so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday's dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow."
- Nelda Hartmann
I love how "hope" is somehow unlocked in this poem. Lovely :)
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