Were you there today?
Did the winter sun cross the avenue
that leads to that Holy place?
Have your last leaves fallen
or are you holding tight
not ready yet to admit that
winter has defeated you?
undiminished your late beauty
by the copper carpet
you too are
dormant now, sleeping, waiting for
the Holy Child. Your shady gloom
will be lit by the Glorious Son
who by his birth redemption won.
L. Ivison 2025 Copyright
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