New life commences,
Shy buds peek to promise hope
To the grey faces.
Embellished in red,
The baubles bloom to pinkness –
Which it soon disrobes.
On the ground, peeled gold.
The scent of cold on the air.
Now cloaked in darkness.
Bare branches, lifeless,
Awaiting reawakening
Whilst covered in white.
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