Resurrection - Poetry - Poem
James ClarkeResurrection Last January, when the ice storm sheathed the earth in glass The spindly spruce at the front of the house bent its stiff bones across the roadway, doomed. Now after the tooth and tomb of winter, surprise! new eyes flickering in green amazement from every twig.
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