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Every Friday afternoon
I have reason to drive into Boston and back...
Over many weeks
I've watched the trees along my way,
their green leaves turning, draping the road's shoulders
in a last gasp of color and beauty,
taking my breath away...
Then one night this past week,
(I'm sure it was under cover of darkness)
the trees did quietly conspire and begin, together,
to shake off their now faded frocks,
taking a bow in a coppery brown farewell...
Soon they'll all stand bare
against a chilled November sky,
stilled with no hint of shivering,
their branched arms stretching strong,
braced for the weight of ice and snow,
their December sparkle, their wintry armor...
O, would that I were bold enough
to stand as naked before my God:
arms reaching out in the cold
for the warmth of winter's love...
So as I drove I prayed to trust, as do the trees,
that spring will come again
and make of frost the dew,
with leaves all green again...
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