Greeny fur thrusting from browny bark
Ice crusted, covered with the icy frost
of winter breath yet straining to burst free
I feel your burgency and catch my breath
at your thoughtless power
as your generation thrums within
showing in reddened bougher
Once enclosed, incarcerated, cat creeps out
upon your stemmy way and calls to me
in kitty voice of days that are coming
Only now here I stand and stand shivering
and dream of this to come
for in my mind you bring me spring
yet winter's just begun
Clump and sloop say pine trees, shaking off their branches
chiding me for dreaming yet insisting on remaining green
so tell me not, Sir Pine Tree, that you do not too dream of spring
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