Bare Limbs


Greening light,

bare limbs growing bright,

bare limbs wake and sway,

as green life finds its way.

Spring has sprung,

the bells have rung,

time to rise,

and greet warmer skies.

Bare limbs stir,

a soft and leafy blur,

alive with squirrel song,

while groundhogs nose along.

Still, we watch with care

as seedlings fill the air,

beneath the budding trees

that dance in the northern breeze.

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