The Cedars

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    The Cedars


    I woke this morn to see light flurries fall
    The stately cedars dressed in a new snow
    Usually with branches stretched, they stand quite tall
    But to this winter god they now bow low

    The flakes fall soft to form a lacy gown
    And birds play merrily beneath their boughs
    The whiteness on their tops seem like a crown
    These spells of winter magic must arouse

    I’ve witnessed this allurement time again
    As I’ve sat mesmerized to watch them dress
    And though this practice seems to some arcane
    These trees in green or white are quite noblesse

    And as the sun now touches their new clothes
    The water drips, their diamonds to expose

    Tina Busch-Nema
    February 23, 2008

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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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