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An early winter morning
A bare oak reaches to feel
The flawless morning sky,
Cobalt, tinged with steel.
Trunk bending in solid grace,
Its coiled branches turning,
Bursting into fine black lace.
With one less winter night,
The oak awaits the sun
To set its buds alight.
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