How strange it is in wintertime when all the trees are bare.
That's the ones in the orchard and it doesn't seem quite fair.
Their boughs bend deep into the curling mist while their barks
seem to slump and twist.
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There is always a ray of hope and the promise of renewal even on the darkest winter day. For we know that spring is one day closer than it ever was before. Lovely write, Sylvia. Love, Sandra
The hauntingly beautiful..' A Forgotten Place ' is such a warming poem full of hopeful lines Well done again darling Take care Love duncan X