Shining bright sunlight
Glows browning the bare branches;
Picks up my spirit .
For a century
This house has welcomed its strangers;
Now? It does the same
.
Ice and snow agree
This winter is really here
And it's really cold
In the rushing stream
Just one piece of ice sticks up
(There is always one )
The lone swing hangs
Many years without a tush ;
Swaying in the breeze .
Stark tall tree trunk
Reaches towards the sky
Slow spring eternal.
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