Stems. Frozen. Caught up in the process of the spring thaw. Warmth allowing the snow to melt from the roof. Dripping from the eaves. Capturing anything in it's way as it falls...to the...ground. It's fall broken by sleeping branch stems. The hour of dusk with temperatures dropping below freezing again....engulfing the hopeful stems in icycles. Crushing their hopeful thoughts of warmer, spring like days.
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