For We Write Poems: Time Counts
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Tree Time
Bleak barren branches reach
upward, like children’s hands
eager to capture snowflakes,
which become spring green buds
curled tightly, waiting to unfurl
into leaves of all shades from
elm to maple to willow, rustling
in summer sunlight,
then wither to yellow, grow stiff,
fall to autumn’s fire and are covered
by winter’s whiteness that piles
itself in crooks of bleak
barren branches.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/5/12
Soul's Music 
A very visual quality to your poem, Elizabeth, full of seasonal breath too.
Thank you Irene, I was certainly working toward both of those things. Really liked your poem,
Elizabeth
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Just lovely – I pictured the sequence in my head.
So did I, Viv, lol. It was easy, I watched a time sequence series of photos yesterday on the Internet. Set this all in motion. Thanks for stopping in and hope you are well,
Elizabeth
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Me too, was lovely to watch the cycle of tree time:)
Oh Sherry, winter is here and I am never ready for that. Thanks my friend,
Elizabeth
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Beautiful intro “Bleak barren branches reach
upward, like children’s hands
eager to capture snowflakes,”
What a swift and poetic voyage through the seasons!
Welcome, and thank you for your generous words,
Elizabeth
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A truly poetic description of a passing year.
Thank you brebry, glad you enjoyed,
Elizabeth
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Just one of your best! I love the play of words and what you say…bleak, barren, branches….love, love, love it! While I think there can be no other, that will be better, you will surprise me always!
I hope so my friend, and thanks so much,
Elizabeth
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