Tree and Shadow

Outside my window
a cherry tree grows,
limbs stretching greedily
grabbing for the sun,
for tempests lurk now,
blotting out the light
and, crueler still,
riving the pink and whites
to the ground.
With this, then, my tree –
bare and weeping –
shies even from its shadow.
Courage! Patience!
Springtime awaits
to drive out the blae.

 

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