Most of all I too
Love the trees of winter
Far more articulate than
Those of spring summer or fall
They speak directly to the sky
Without adornment
Like brain folds or sea coral
They make clear their adherence
To a fixed set of rules
For continuous growth
With scienter of life and
Precise enough in their branching
To make a Fortran coder blush
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| (Not sure but I think this great image is by the South African artist William Kentridge) |
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