THE WEIGHT OF WINTER
The spruce is still bowed down by snow
Below my north-facing window. Its limbs
Droop sadly, unable to bear the load
Of yesterday’s twenty-four hour storm.
Yet across the road the pines have risen
Branch by branch, shaking off their burdens
As sun and breeze set them free until
They stand tall again, undiminished,
Proud to have weathered another of winter’s
Relentless assaults, green and regal.
I think how much difference a little sunlight,
A little warmth, can make in a life.
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