In the spring and summer
I watched my plants flower, but
it was, perhaps, in winter
that I loved them best,
when their skeletons were exposed.
Then I felt they had more
to say to me, were not
simply dressing themselves
for the crowds.
Stripped of their leaves, their
identities showed forth
stark, essential.
-- Pamela Erens, The Understory
(arranged quote)
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