He stands alone
through all seasons
in silent vigil
The sun has set low
now bare limbs reach
into the cold blue
the barren fields
prostrate before his crown
Sleep for the Winter
beneath his watch
the earth where sisters once stood
where crows now set their perch
lives pass anon
Patient he waits
his memory long
for the return of days
that the till should fall idle
When the snows abate
and winds again blow gentle
the fertile earth unfolds
accepting the seed
a forest will reclaim
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