The trees stand bare,
still their branches reach
skyward; arms extended,
holding brave
against the wind.
Leaves litter the yard,
colors of gold and red;
now muted, mingle with
grass turning a seasoned brown.
As the snow falls cold,
I watch the trees
bear the weight,
without breaking,
sensing this too will pass.
(c) Debby Sorensen Carlson
rw - 6/13/2007




Thank you so very much. Blessings.. D






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