Susan Williams Tree Poems

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It was three morning-crisp days ago
three mystic autumn days ago
three frost-bitten days ago
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The tree always waited for me
at the edge of every new morning
its thick branches of blue-green needles
hiding the mysteries of God's little creatures
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The tree always waited for me
at the edge of every new morning
its thick branches of blue-green needles
hiding the mysteries of God's little creatures
...