Limbs as arms and legs of men hung upright or upside down, against the grey sky and snow piled high on the ground. A thousand offshoots, leafless and brown shiver in the wind, without making a sound waiting for spring to come.
Square panes within rectangle windows surround the courtyard like broad bars around a prison cell . Looking at the tree through square panes I mirror its silence in the cold snow and winter air, waiting dormant until resurrection in Spring.
L.A. Steel
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