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Aspens ~ Sharmagne Leland-St. John
Winter Coats
by Priscilla Turner Spada
Lacey tracery of snow
frosts the ground, the trees.
Dusk brings on a freeze,
coats Aspens with an icy glow.
No more quaking leaves, they're shocked
by winter's rimy cloak.
Next spring's buds will stoke
their fires within, until unlocked
by a hotter sun than this.
An amber light diffuses,
bathes a barn with hues
of pink. A tuft of cloud, pffff, slips
past the grasp of frozen sprigs
on Aspens that try to reach
the remnants of the peach
sky from sturdy trunks and twigs.
These sentry trees, in evening,
guard the valley beyond;
the melt at a warmer dawn
may sate their thirst until the spring.
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