Dr. Janice Marie Murrell
St. Louis, Missouri
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The Trees

The trees are standing
cold and bare, yet regal
in the brisk chilly air
I remember when summer
was here, their dresses
of leaves brought such
cheer, but now winter has
arrived with its ice and
snow and each limb, has
frozen stiff, when the wind

blows, not one lifts, The trees
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