The Bones of Winter
Seeing my fragility in the trees…
If anyone could stop long enough in this mad rush
To NOwhere…. Important
One might see the bones of winter standing frozen motionless stuck to the earth
Trunks rising up toward the gray
Stopping, pointing in many directions
Arthritic fingertips, scratch the sky

Waiting in stillness
Snapping and cracking as the winter wind
Has its way with her
Whistling through the bare bones

To be naked and cold
What courage…these witnesses of time share.


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