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The trees are bare

What matter that it is not May, 

That birds have flown, and trees are bare, 

That darker grows the shortening day, 

And colder blows the wintry air! 

– from Burning Drift-Wood by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)

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St Albans, Hertfordshire, December 2016

Royal Botanic Garden, Edinburgh, February 2020

Central Park, New York City, February 2017

 


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Copyright Debbie Smyth, 13 July 2021

Posted as part of Becky’s TreeSquare

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