Red Dogwood

Red twigs of dogwood
slap and poke at me
while hiding from the seeking
they're springy and right bouncy
in thickets, surrounding beds of deer.

It's called by books Red Osier,
but changes color with the year,
anyway, it likes it here
and shades the landscape sheer.

With leaves all gone,
I know it's Fall, but nevermind,
these red twigs do not disappear,
instead, when winter snows come by
the red announces to the white
you cannot hide me all the year.

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Prairie Dan, 11/06/00

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