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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 night’s brisk cold to bluff. – eab, 11/1966

Penned in Cincinnati, Ohio while pursuing a A B in Literature at God’s Bible School & College

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