Tag: winter
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Snowskeletons
Glowing in the moonlight, hollowing, their bulk shriveling in the melting temperatures, their now blank faces staring into nothing, hats sinking, scarves sagging, skinny necks and empty shoulders speak of scarcity. Now their stickarms point downward from their bellies. Collecting in the sunlight, sparkling, shrouds of fresh snow in the freezing temperatures, their ice bones…
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Shifting Focus
The iced trees still reach skyward, their sheathed branches waiting, the crystal water sparkling like a million earth-bound stars, so many miniature spheres of fire yet nothing melts. The thing that covers us in grief, ashen and blank, covers us golden.
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The dormant trees have dressed
The dormant trees have dressed in winter’s morning snow. Trunk to tip they stand washed in crystal water remembering the firey face above the clouds.
Amy Secrist 