Within the depths of my perception,
I can but only see,
A frosted pale covering, gently placed upon the boughs,
Its center protected by silence and stillness,
Within the confines of its true nature,
Biding moments joyfully exchanged for buds and blooms,
To reemerge, yet again.
— poem and photo by Cher
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
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