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Dec 2
A naked branch awaits the spring
    when vernal vigour will awake
      the cuckoos calling on the wing.
A naked branch awaits the spring
    like distant soundless whispering
      around the icy listening lake.
A naked branch awaits the spring,
  when vernal vigour will awake.
I write this little triolette on the winter solstice last year.
Written by
Gerry Sykes  66/M
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