Winter sun
kissed by the breeze
shakes the limbs
of starveling trees
wakes the bones
of each bare bough
and tells the spring
it’s not long now

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Herännyt*

Love it! Beautiful work. you keep on hoping for the spring, I'm hoping for autumn. The heat of Australia right now is oppressive

Nice read, thanks for taking the time, to make it rhyme.