
Missing the green,
I’ve become part
of the monotone gray,
silhouetted against
a cloudy sky,
my arms stretched,
seeking the warmth
of a distant sun,
cold and weary
as I wait for spring,
walking among
the leafless trees
of winter.
—C.L.Fisher, January 2022
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The sweet songs of the little birdies
As they rest on those leafless trees
Encourage those leaf buds to shoot out
In their own time as spring you await
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Beautiful!
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