On Limbs Of Trees
On Limbs Of Trees
By Joe Cundiff

It is on a night
And nights like these
When the snow
Falls free
And lays heavily and
Gracefully in sounds of beauty
On limbs of trees
And it seems
Neither an end
Nor again will Spring
Yet the winds no longer
Howl
But a bitter chill
Persists
And amidst it all
The birds I ponder
And wonder how
Warm might they be
And ponder still
Nestled on limbs
Of trees
How something small
And so seemingly frail
Could be hearty more
Than we
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