Winters just started
Autumn
Leaves her leafy trail
Clouds fall into fog
Sun rises
into mist
Above
The old oak
Naked and damp
Ever patient
Ever changing
Over the cold days
Just begun
counting down
One hundred
Until
she will push
life pulsing
from her core
to her tips
When nakedness
Will become
Leafy green
She stands
Waiting for spring
Wendy Bremner
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