When gusty wind blows,
snow piled on branches
spray wildly, like powder
let through the blower.


Struggling under weight of snow,
does the tree ask the wind
to take her white dresses away
so she can dress in colors of spring?

Or
maybe the trees feel elated
in their white,lacy gowns
and feel threatened
when the wind rips them down?

But there is a unique love affair
in between,
in consent OR protest;
when snow goes
spring, the queen of colors
enters the scene.
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