Photo Credit: Jane Johann
the tree stands
clothed in snow
frozen in time
so slaps the backhand
wind whipping to and fro
there is no rhyme
the branches reach out
but are stiff and cold
no one hears the bark
words hidden, no shout
twists and knots create the mold
tree clothed in dark
the sun beats down
the rain pours
winter has taken its toll
the branches frown
how much more
before the final roll
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Footprints of Thoughts 
I really like your descriptions, Jane. I especially love “the branches frown”.
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thank you, Mary Lois!
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I appreciated your intriguing article. good stuff
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thank you!
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I love your insightful blog. good stuff
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thank you for your encouragement!
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