Stately Limbs
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We were the wands
that exhale life’s breath
we shake and wave
our banners in wind streams
We nourished our greenery
whether broad, veined drapery
delicate variegated feathers
or long thin fingers that perfume the breeze
Now as our house sleeps
through the long winter’s rest
we take the time to reach higher
in the warmth of a clear winter day
-Winter is our time to whistle
to gather snow flakes on still wet days
to creak while cardinals chirp
to smile at the moon when owls hoot
Now our sticks reach bare
as we salute with uplifted pride
that we are the forest’s sentinels
vigilant, proud strong arms
-Soon our sap will run again
our roots will grow and feed
new shoots will unfurl
our blossoms in a canopy of cheer
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