the sentinels of the grove
gradually shed their load
leaves of seasonal hues
caress the bare earth

natural nakedness is preferred
to embrace the white out
one must undress
so snowflakes can caress

their bold boughs
for a frosty winter
cannot defeat
the sheer joy

of that soft white coat
all will laugh and gloat
at the chilly wonder
of snow bound boughs

we need to bare our flesh
in order to start afresh
we need to shed our load
to embrace what may unfold

for if we grasp at dowdy dress
it hinders our progress
better to undress
to calm our crazed mess!

dVerse, Why did the grove undress itself only to wait for the snow?
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