The early sun <br />wrapping gaunt limbs in khaki, gold and black. <br /> <br />Like victims of a famine <br />reaching to the eggshell sky, <br />they stand in lines, waiting, waiting <br />for more than the promise of spring.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-poems-trees-in-march/
