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| Naked of Leaves ... |
The stark
tree towered over the pink and green grove;
Naked of
leaves, it’s twisted
Limbs
exposing all its imperfections.
Surely it
was no taller than
The others
clothed and covered with late spring’s garb.
Yet this
immodest tree seduces the eye to it alone;
Its
branches, sculpted by life to a uniqueness of its own,
Are
displayed wide and unashamed.
Its bent
shaped limbs continue their reach for the sky.
Proud, its
unabashed stance giving it added height;
The stark
tree towered high,
As high as the
bare rock cliff in its shadow.
Ariel
June 29, 2004
