sycamore tree
barely there, turns white like a ghost
in the autumn wind
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tree now white
snow flurries flowing—
cat is purring
This old tree, turning white, will turn green again in Spring. Summer. . .Autumn. . .Winter. . .Spring. . . Life goes on and on, round and round. Alive with hope. “May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.” —Nelson Mandela
