Shivering in the wet air,
Grasping to the last of the pink, fragrant
petals for whatever warmth
they may provide –
Rain runs over the soft, moistened bark
And falls off in sheets.
The wind tousles outreached branches,
And sighing, it waits
For the sun to bring warmth once more.
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
Shivering in the wet air,
Grasping to the last of the pink, fragrant
petals for whatever warmth
they may provide –
Rain runs over the soft, moistened bark
And falls off in sheets.
The wind tousles outreached branches,
And sighing, it waits
For the sun to bring warmth once more.
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