Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Monday, December 5, 2016

TREES IN WINTER, a poem 12-5-16

I love your trees, Creator God
In springtime when leaves
Are buds, and bright

In summer when leaves
Are full, and green

In autumn when leaves
Are complete, and gold

But most of all in winter
When leaves are gone
And limbs branch out brave
In all their blackened glory

John Robert McFarland

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