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A storm approaches and quietly grows
Branches collapse under falling snows
The tree, long stripped of fragile leaves
Its vulnerable trunk and extremities
Exposed to new depths by a chilling freeze.
A storm of winter ecstasy
Drifts downward to the waiting tree
Ebbing and flowing through the night
Til darkness succumbs to morning light.

Melting in warmth, spent storms will retire
In gardens of sunshine; at one with the fire.

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