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Branches
Some branches weep
Some we can climb
Some last through
Many splendid
Seasons
Of time.
Different colors,
Different shapes
Found among
Earth's blessed
Landscapes.
A place for a nest
And an afternoon rest
For a sparrow, chickadee
Or a robin red-breast.
Branches …budding in Spring
Fragile flowers they bring…
Pink and white blossoms -
Perfect offering.
Branches …Bend in the breeze
Weather the storms
Welcome the sun
Quietly,
Deliberately...
Thankfully.
Julie Pisacane ©2010
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