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​Tangled in Winter’s Traces

8/20/2021

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Sun flickers between blinds
On neglected windows-dirty, dusty 
Quiet settled morning gray fades 
Over treetops 
Peach drifting to white wispy blue
Announcing a day 
Draped in light colored smog
Not yet darkened by sweltering heat

People murmur busied 
With work…of no import
Or sit daydreaming 
Out windows 
At barely green trees 
With hope late predicted frost 
Does not decimate 
Budding blossoms

They sit sheltered 
From cloudless dry crisp 
Winter air that chills bones
Causing noses to run 
Red dried blood
Whipping about tangled locks 
Of unkept hair
And watering eyes

Summer will peak…decline 
Renewing the solstice turn
Of circular patterned continuums
Embracing planted abundance
Grown to green lushness
To be reaped…replaced 
Thrashed to brown fertile decay 
To be reborn in early vernal mornings
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