Always, I’ve admired the winter trees,
On alabaster sky.
Or stretched against the sunset’s rosy glow.
Have grown lumpy here of late.
Stripped of my clothes, I do not stand as straight
Or move as gracefully as winter trees.
But what of mind?
Can I acquire a wisdom scorned in youth,
To prune the mind
To the naked
Truth? —Janet W. Hoyt
Ms. Hoyt was an iconic, Anne Arundel County, AA attendee and poet. Thank you, Janet, and Merry Christmas.
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