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WINTER TREESPrisms of icy light dance in the sun in rainbow harmony, dripping...dripping... Trees sway, tinkling their frozen windchime branches. Lacy, glitter-adorned pines lift up their arms to the heavens. In beaded dresses the oaks twirl for God's approval, sparkling against an azure curtain of sky. A frigid arboreal waltz commences and as the morning sun's rays warms them, with joyful tears these lovely ladies shed their icy attire; And the world is brown winter again. K. Tate Jacoby copyright December 1999 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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