Winter

February 19, 2011
Marble light
against the tops
of trees so dark
they make their
own shadows.

The bright blue
of the sky so
sharp it could
crack like an
egg.

A world so quiet
it could be asleep
under the snow
of frozen dunes,
waiting.





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