It’s a bare-naked kind of day
A change of wardrobe is in progress
The Silver Birch contemplates
What to wear on this day
Whether it should accept
The donning of the fluffy new snow
That’s once again wafting down
In the icy cold breeze
Or to wait for an afternoon
Of warm sunshine
To create a more exciting mode of dress
Crisp green leaves sprouting from the
Tree’s tendrils
The lime green leaves
Only seen in Spring
They envelope the entire tree
Creating a chiffon umbrella to
Shade the grasses below
The tree is dreaming
And so am I…
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