Tuesday, January 20, 2009

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"Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday's dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow."


- Nelda Hartmann, January Morn

3 comments:

  1. Lovely poem. Thank you for sharing it. I can relate to that forlorn part. My whole yard looks forlorn!
    Roberta Anne

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  2. What a great Poem. Just lovely, and the photo is nice. I can't wait to see some tiny buds on my poor bare trees....

    Hugs;
    Alaura

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  3. Dear Mom,

    I couldn't be more proud of you.

    Love,
    Amanda

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