Friday, December 14, 2012

A poem written while looking at trees in the fall

The trees once so full

of green light, offering

shade to the lovers in the summer heat,

have now in a burst of fiery glory

or in subtle modest browns,

begun shedding their coats.

Baring their naked souls-

an act of defiance against


the cold, harsh winter.

Standing as silent reminders that life will spring forth

Again.

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4:42 P.M. is a very happy minute.