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Limbs on the Evergreens

Limbs on the evergreens
outside my window
sweep downward
with weighty tendrils
and silently undulate
in gusts of wind
as nature’s prelude
to a summer storm.
And when thunder
breaks the silence
and lightning flashes
in the darkening sky,
limbs on the evergreens
outside my window
wait impatiently
to bathe in rain
that will refresh them;
extend their reach;
and keep them strong,
limber, and ever green.



Copyright © 2001 Frank Zahn. Published in Meat for Tea: The Valley Review -  Confit, Volume 11, Issue 2, June 2017, p.80,; Heartfelt: Short Prose and Poetry, Vancouver Books 2023,

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