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No light, no sunshine, no blue skies,
nothing natural except the brittle vines.
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The bushes are skeletal in their winter bareness.
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hang from the window’s edge,
collect in piles on the ledge.
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though the window is boarded. Invisibility.
go to link And yet, it’s been patched neatly, blue paint.
Sealed from view but with care,
What inside is worth protection?
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Dead and withered, but the hidden roots,
alive, are under the snowy depths,
warm enough in the earth.
Roots which will sprout tenderly alive green shoots
in the spring.
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