Poetry, Prose and Pondering
Arbutus
Arbutus; dazzling beauty, blazing cinnamon amber and gold, gilded in winter light, you impart such resonant joy.
Branched twist of arms give form to void; with masterwork of elemental rule; rain, wind and scorch of sun you employ.
Enraptured, your generosity of presence strips me of the weary; in gratitude, humbled and exalted, I ground into this moment.
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