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Lacy and austere

at once–beautiful barren

trees–winter’s mystique.

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Frost-covered branches,

in winter-land magic, play

music when jiggled.

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There is promise in

the tree, stripped of fruitfulness,

in winter’s glory.

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Winter’s splendor is

best revealed in tree unrobed

stark against the gray.

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Let the barren branch

take root in bleak mystery–

deep hides the new leaf.

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The tree takes no pride

in its leaves in the winter,

only in its roots.

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Let winter come in

winter, the bleakness of death

best born once, not twice.

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Austerity has

a singular beauty, set

apart and divine.

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