I am enjoying
the still life ouside my house-
How long till it moves?
The beautiful bones
of the lovely naked trees
are winter'g best gift.
my thoughts are clearer
among the leafless landscape
free from green clutter
my lungs fill with the
beaufiful, stinging berathes of
a chilled air so light!
the trance-like forest
is lost in a barren thrall
half asleep in ice.
a fat squirrel races
up a leafless branch rushing
to out run cold rain.
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