Night snow and strong winds.
Morning sun melt leaves behind
scattered twigs debris.


Wind-pruned twigs and branches,
lichen-covered, strewn
along the grassy, tree-lined bank.
I carry them home;
fuel for the wood-burner.


Strong winter winds have blown
twigs and branches from the trees;
free firewood to keep us warm.


Dangling and dripping from twigs and branches
raindrops sparkle like diamonds —
Nature’s tasteful touch of glamour
on an otherwise dismal day.

Leaving a Trail

Twelfth Night
swept away in a gale,
leaving behind a trail
of twigs and branches.

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