Winter serpents

Winter serpents
writhing high in
snow white ice
and bark.
The trees in
turn, to touch
the sky and
twist through
winter’s grasp.
A forest full
of dark and light;
of branch and twig
and sky, where
trunks will turn
and parody
all that
the season asks.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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