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Willows

francinewalls

Early March and the willows,

brown and gaunt,

remember they are beautiful,

first in the golden slant of the morning light

then soon, from within themselves, the palest green,

a hue, innocent somehow,

as if hopefulness suffused their limbs

and we are allowed

to begin anew.

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