Nov. 27, 2018
Sleep is Nigh
The birch is bare,
White stalks against a stark blue sky ~
Crisp is the air,
The time to sleep is nigh.
The snow will come,
To hide the fields of green,
And my heart sighs some,
As I think on summer’s sheen.
But in the midst of winter
I’ll still stand strong and fair;
My roots are deep,
My lofty reach
Is set, new buds to bear.
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