The Winter Of Our Discontent

tumblr_n3h8jm1UZH1rqggyqo1_500After the sun has gone to bed
Fiery orange sleepyhead
Darkness falls over the frozen landscape
covered in natures blanket
Tucked in tight
Weeping pines come out to dance
dressed for winters ball in gowns of
brilliant white
Draped in glittering jewels
shining under the light of a silvery moon
Branches sway to the music of the
relentless wind
The dance goes on and on
Well after the appropriate hour
We long for that eventual dawn
when the trees disrobe
Naked in their modesty
Arms, needy, as they reach for the warmth
of a springtime sun
Emerging, blossoming
A new dance has begun

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