After a day of cold steady spritz
How the universe of pine-needles
Shines & dazzles
In the morning sunlight!
It erases any whisper of the past.
Pendant raindrops by the thousand
Sparkle red & green
Before a slight blush of cold air
Loosens them
And fills the forest with more shinings.
An ancient form of christening,
Yet speaking one word:
New.
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