All the dead-fingered trees make
an eleventh hour grab at salvation,
shamed by their coarse nakedness,
while the evergreens stand fat and proud,
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Tara.. I've now read 5 and agree with Max.. where you take your words and reader are places that aestically change and then enhance landscapes... thank you..
Stunning vocabulary and impressive craftsmanship. I like the slightly melancholic but hopeful tone. For me winter is all about waiting. Yes, there is beauty to be found in the thousand shades of grey, like a black and white movie, but to me its only a prelude (an interlude really) to the full palette of spring. Wondrous poem. Excellent piece.