So, David shared some poetry on his Blog, which has inspired me to write some of my own. For you poetic pleasure (or dis-, as the case may be).

*BTW* I wrote this while driving into work this morning.

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The tree stood on the hill outside town
Ancient and solitary, it has kept its long vigil
But today it slumps. Old and alone
Once it was brilliant green
But the bitter cold has robbed it of color
Once it was covered in a thick canopy
But the fierce winds have driven its leaves to the ground
Once it stood straight and true
But the heavy snows have forced it to sag and droop
Now it is stark and bleak against the cold steel sky
But this is not the end
When the gray clouds split and blue skies return
When the pale wan sun is restored to its fiery glory
When the snows resolve to water and moisten the thirsty ground
Then slowly
Slowly
Very slowly
Green buds appear