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Verena Lucke

The Tree Climber

With snow embedded in the
soles of her boots in
the same sunburst pattern that
filters through the pale gray
backdrop of the sky, she clambers
up the frozen fingers of the trees
that reach for the sky
in the silent prayer of winter.
Light filters through her fingers,
her hands outstretched, holding
a gift you cannot see,
reaching, her fingers trembling,
the wind pushing back her hair
as she offers up her blessing
while the wind whispers, Don’t worry,
I will guide you
through the darkness of your fears.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]