the snow gum trees
in the backyard
continue to tremble
though the wind has stopped
they know
their time is coming
the bare time
when their blanched limbs will blend
into the white that covers the ground
that will then sleep for months
a reflection of what they maintain
all year long
seasonal tribute they consider their due
for holding up against a world
that does not love their steadiness
preferring inconstant green
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Tags: poetry, poems, meditations
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