Filigree

by

Mary A. Green

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There was a time that I'd have said
Winter trees were skeletons
Lush softness of green cover gone
Branches abandoned
To rattle in the elements
Until resurrection
Of another growth

And I below them
Hurrying through winter
Eyes downward looking
For the easier path to spring

Today I look at winter trees
Against the sky
Their twigs and branches meshing
Layer on layer to weave a filigree
Crafted with love
By the same Creator
Who shapes their summer canopies

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