Winter is awake again,
the maple skin exposed,
its branches cross
in secret codes
resembling pentagrams,
swastikas, or some other
scary symbols
once concealed
below green tunics,
discarded now,
the trunk’s wild worship
crisply revealed,
and I am left to repent
with the backyard heads
boughed in devotion,
their whispers, spells,
and incantations muffled
by the season’s slow motion.
I pray for the innocent
fall of snow
through my glass window.
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Artwork: Alfonso Mucha “Winter”





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