Redemption to the Unwilling 11/9/10
The trees outstretch their twiggy hands to stop the flow
and vainly try to keep the snow from touching down,
stretching out their tired limbs to hold the snow
which can't be kept from finally falling to the ground.
The clouds give up and move away to show the sun
which falls like swifter snow to warm the winter breeze.
But underneath the boughs, the snow is not yet done
and keeps on falling from the weary limbs of trees.
They could not stop the heavens' plan to cleanse with white
the crimson windblown death that fall of hope bereaves.
The very snow they tried to stop with all their might
now lands delayed and, with the clouds, creation grieves
until it falls to purge the ground and bring forth Easter leaves.
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