Sunshine strikes bare filigree. Branching glory contrasts dark clouded background. North of the tree a thick, bright bow bends, its spectrum hues nature’s unassuming display.
Our lighted decorations will soon come down, find their boxes, sleep through storms, soft rain, infant greenery, warming days, straw weather, musty leaf-turns, frosting cold again, until they are re-required along our roofs and window frames.
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