Branches and limbs thinning and curving
Straggling twigs like fly away hair.
Skeletal, swooping and sweeping
Black trunk against white clouds.
Old birds nest up high
A roost for a crow?
Like an old venous or arterial system
Your juices are not flowing now
Sclerotic and tired
Can you be rejuvenated
Will your sap rise again?
Are buds hidden,
Waiting to burst-
Stay a while and see
Wait out the winter
Then explode like a firework blooming in light.

Summer is hard work
And all we are is green
Green and more green
We need a long rest
Or you don’t get your apples, pears
And sundry other fruit
As for us?
More than you’ll ever know.
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Very true. Xxxx
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