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Artist: Gloria Nixon-John
I mourned
the fallen leaf
the barren branch
etched on the
stone colored sky.
Now I have
a different eye.
Behold
the frozen pond
holds life below
where trunk and limb
unencumbered
shine doubled
in the moonlit mire
reaches upward, higher higher,
like arms of the
Alleluia choir.