Evergreen Again

They manage, somehow,
To supersede winter's greyness,
And their verdance is almost
Too much to view:
It intoxicates,
As it invigorates.

Their radiance, their presence,
Too much good in a sea
Of grey stew,
But like brussels sprouts,
You know they are good for you:

Keep me lean,
Make the light off your boughs
Help me be clean;
All that is good, please allow;
My sanctuary for months,
Evergreen.



December 13, 2008

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