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WINTER’S EVENING

 

Tall, empty, and bare, are the trees,

That each had their share, of green leaves,

To cover skeleton rough, and supply food enough.

Now the trees stand undressed; evening’s come.

Time to stop and rest, work is done.

Time to lay clothes down, with a faint rustling sound.

And now a new cover’s there, on each limb;

Laid with mother’s natural care. Light is dim.

A blanket of snowy fluff, the nights brisk cold to bluff.

– eab, Nov. ’66    

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