After a day of rain,
A break in the clouds, a patch of blue,
And there it is: the promise of the rainbow —
And yet, what I find I’m focusing on
Is how bare those branches are;
How many needles have been lost
After so dry a summer: will they return?
Their bareness makes my heart ache;
Like seeing someone lose their hair to cancer —
So fragile, and so vulnerable, yet still standing…
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