gliding

gliding

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Winter Bare

A bare tree
wrestles with fog
branches antlers engaged

Stark grim hills
take quiet bets
on who will win

Black birds blazing snow
too busy debating
miss all the action

A stern father
burning at noon
declares a no decision

While the river
stays frozen
in smug resolve

a solitary figure
walks the river, not feeling
cold or alone

sketching the wonder
of winter without any brush
entering the scene

then disappearing

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