And the darkening hemisphere,
there, painted with bright lines,
here, dusted, washed or glazed
over tints and shades of clouds;
slate-faced east,
cold north, battleship-hulls,
blues and greys,
pinked to a grudging warmth,
thin, veiling lace above,
grazed with rose,
and, in the southwest,
a strange, rich orange,
devoured by wounded eyes.
These winter trees in sharp
yet delicate fractal silhouette
playing gestalt tricks with sunset,
enhanced by back-light,
and enhancing
remote, yet twig-entangled beauty.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
