Some sun peeking through, but still cloudy, cold and, well.....
January Morn by Nelda Hartmann
Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
looks 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 breezes will blow,
like magic, unlock spring's sap to flow,
buds, new leaves then blossoms will grow.
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