Trees
you
shimmer in the
landscape
shades of
your former selves
etchings
lost in the tangle
of what lives still
behind you
remembering
long winters
exhanging glances
when snow
built bridges
between you
when spring
sang you
into greenness
your light
lingering past
dusk
you
are on fire now
your immolation
brief
your dirge
the keening
I hear
long into
my nights
shimmer in the
landscape
shades of
your former selves
etchings
lost in the tangle
of what lives still
behind you
remembering
long winters
exhanging glances
when snow
built bridges
between you
when spring
sang you
into greenness
your light
lingering past
dusk
you
are on fire now
your immolation
brief
your dirge
the keening
I hear
long into
my nights
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