Winter Tree
Bellingham Winter

The scent of stillness

The taste of cold

The long pause between icy breaths

Storms stalk the sky

Heavy burdens buckled on its back

Landscape disappears

Hills, roads, fence lines, your home

Above

Trees sway

Sway

Shiver and sway

an arboreal dance

Limbs gracefully grasping

Then letting go

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