Branches Sway
Gray skies, cold winter day
No need to go out and play
Sit and admire, as I sit by the fire
Leafless trees, swaying in the breeze
Dancing to a tune unsung, waiting for spring to be sprung
How they dance and sway, waiting for a warm spring day
©Chris Chonos
Words Flow 
Winter is beautiful in its own way but I remember always longing for spring towards the end of winter. Loved the poem.
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Yes, I have always enjoyed a fresh snow on the trees and field but the longing for spring is a strong feeling and it always seems as though nature longs for it as well.
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