CRYSTALLIZED TREES
and stone cold air-
the smell of oak burning
and the stillness of a stare.
The trees are tall,
strong and sure.
They scatter the snow
like men at war.
A sole winters’ red breast
sings out his note.
I hold myself together
by the furs of my coat.
The darkness falls-
from the moon it flees,g
while gathered wolves howl
at a strange, mild breeze.
And the whitest winter, so pristine
melts away into a different scene.
A golden sun thaws the earth,
and my face it glows with wide-eyes mirth.
Trunks once rigid now stand at ease
in sheers of sunlight streaming on snowy eaves.
As the forest sheds its fleece of snow
every creatures comes forth from their winter woe.
My coat falls from me
and replete with springtime ease
I run through the forest free from all my fears.
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