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Aspen in Winter This tree in beauty stands alone. No leaves obscure the bare and raw and roughed up bark. Three seasons gone-- rain and storm and scorching blast, unleashed gusts, the air grows colder. Still, her branches rise to praise or curse the creator who set her in his weather, taught her to be shelter. |
they say the world is cruel and lonely for those who seem too crushed to breathe but we all need a reason to believe we all need a reason to believe... Just a few thoughts on yours. | Posted on 2017-02-28 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | This is very beautiful. I especially love the last 3 lines. Taught her to be shelter -- is very deep. It reminds me of Dylan's song Shelter From the Storm, and the idea implied therein that a woman's role is to be someone's shelter, "in his weather". A very remarkable piece, you should be proud you wrote this. | | Posted on 2017-01-06 00:00:00 | by WriteSomething | [ Reply to This ] | |