THE, EVERGREEN 
HITE winds of winter, 
Gold suns of spring, 
Invade your green sanctum 
On pulsating wing. 
Soothed by drowsy summer 
Lanced by autumn rain; 
Lifting branches skyward 
Stonily immune to pain. 
Down time-tattered years 
From verdant birth, 
You hold a glorious 
Alliance with ,earth. 
—Kathryn Krier. 
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